Cluck. Cluck. Cluck.

This was the first Thanksgiving in several years

that I have had all my "little chicks"

with me for Thanksgiving.

Though the dessert table was brimming

with all types of pies, cakes and cookies,

the sweetest part of the holiday

was having all four of my babies

under the same roof.

"Cluck - Cluck - Cluck!"

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I had such a funny name for this post,

but I asked Mister if he thought

it was inappropriate and he did.

He was right!

Sometimes getting a second opinion

is such a good thing,

but I'm still laughing at the thought.

My good sense has left me.