Thankful: Day Twenty-six

I don't do Black Fridays; years spent in retail has left me extremely disinterested in that sort of chaos.

I do snails. Or at least the kids do, gathering 'families' of 'Garys', making homes for them in the backyard on Thanksgiving. Well, until Caden accidentally stepped on the mama.

(She spent the rest of the afternoon looking through the ads for a replacement shell.)

Greg finds these things repulsive, though more dignified than the common slug - at least they have the sense to cover themselves - but then again, who likes a slug?

{thankful for the small things & big imaginations}