That's next level, folks.
So last night, as we wrapped up a great Thanksgiving at my grandmother's house in Iowa, little E. grossed me out so completely and totally - while still amazing me - I just had to share it:
He ate a whole sandwich of Harvest bread on top (chocolate chips, walnuts, pumpkin, banana, wheat flour, white flour, cinnamon, ginger, cloves) - Kraft Singles American cheese slice in the middle (is that even real cheese?) - and rye bread (double yuck) underneath.
My mom, my aunt and I just sat and stared at him. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion. I said, "Eric, you're going to puke." He just grinned at all of us and said, "I LOVE SANDWICHES!" Yeah, okay. When he grows up to be one of those obnoxious frat boys who eat goldfish with tabasco sauce on a dare, I will not be at all surprised.
Then Mollie called this morning (She's on her way here right now with Olivia, HOORAY) to say her husband found his unicorn yesterday ... a monster, 25-lb. turkey at probably Walmart or Kroger ... didn't ask which. He literally hurt his back putting it in the car. (I'm not going to tell him about this Minnesota guy who roasted a 72-pounder.
And that, my friends, is what I call next-level Thanksgiving.
IMAGE: The Kid With the Iron Stomach:


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