During this Thanksgiving, we trekked out to J's parents' house in Arkansas.
We had a lot of this:
(And by this, I meant delicious cake, not crazy eye.)
Although, come to think of it, there was definitely an abundance of crazy eye.
But you know what? It didn't really seem out of place. At one point, I found myself sitting on the porch with my leopard-print house shoes on while J's older brother handed me the "girl section" (re: Kohl's advertisement and sales circulars). To my right, J was sitting on the porch swing, eyeing the woods across the street, hugging his favorite new toy.