Somehow I have to believe the Indians and Pilgrims who came together to create the first Thanksgiving also created the first group nap.
The two just go together.
It’s like every bite of food you put in your mouth whispers, “You’re getting sleepy. You’re getting real sleepy.”
Now, mom is no stranger to a good nap. It wasn’t the dinner that did her in, it was the desert. She went straight for the Cookies and Cream ice cream and orchestrated it so her eyes closed exactly after the last spoonful went down.
The big question … is she counting turkeys or counting sheep?
Only she knows and it looks like she’s going to keep it to herself.