The Whipped Cream Incident

I hope all of you who celebrated Thanksgiving had a great time yesterday.  We did.  There were no fires this year. That was a good thing.  But there was a whipped cream incident.  Let me tell you about it.

After dinner, it was time for pumpkin pie.  My father-in-law decided to eat his piece in the family room while watching the football game.  Big mistake.  My son plopped down right next to him.  As he did, the whipped cream-covered pie fell off the plate and landed on my father-in-law's belly.  Not at all ruffled by this, my father-in-law put the pie back on the plate and finished eating it.  "What's a little whipped cream on the shirt?" he said.

Apparently my husband and brother-in-law thought that whipped cream on the shirt looked quite fashionable. Do you know what they did?  They grabbed two cans of Reddi  Wip and started chasing each other around the house.  My husband managed to spray the front of my brother-in-law's shirt.  My brother-in-law sprayed my husband's arms.  Then the kids and dog got involved.  Around and around they went chasing each other,  laughing, screaming, and spraying each other with Reddi Wip.

Did I mention they were wearing turkey hats, too?  Yep.  It was a sight.  Grown men over forty, running around the house, wearing turkey hats, Reddi Wipping themselves.    I don't think they'll ever grow up!