In one of those interesting juxtapositions of grammar, when she wants to be carried (which is most of the time), Tutus says “Carry you” rather than “Carry me”.
Not very long. Good thing I had high speed film.
If you’ll notice, Devon is using his hands to get his turkey onto his fork…
Tutus gave her approval to the turkey–covered with jelly, of course.
Tutus amuses herself wrestling with a pillow. What’s scary is sometimes she loses.
Is he grinning because his eyesight is warped by manipulating his eyelids, or because he knows he looks goofy???
Carving the holiday bird is a male rite of passage, and a skill acquired over the years. First lesson is learning what it is you’re looking at. It’s kind of scary that we give that big of a knife to someone who doesn’t, hence the title of this photo, which is culled from an early Pink Floyd song, in case you didn’t know.