Since North and I plan to celebrate Thanksgiving with pals, I'm hoping he keeps his nosy lil self out of trouble while I'm baking. After all, he does believe in "helping himself" . . . even if that means conning my generous friends with his puppy dog eyes.
Luckily, he's too short to make it on top of the table to lick the turkey (true story from my childhood bestie), but I don't think his size limits the trouble he gets into. What's it like at your home? I want to hear all about those dining disasters I hope won't happen again this year . . . for your sake.