Doug carves the bird while my mom supervises; on the other side of the kitchen, Marla and Sarah dish up the cranberry sauce. Everyone else is drooling at the table.
As this bird came in for a splash landing, the little girl ahead of me on the bridge called out “A swan!” to which her not-much-older sister replied, “No it’s not. It’s a duck.” As I passed them I told their mom what it really was. She was impressed.
it’s bad enough that BJs has huge boxes of cereal that probably go stale before any normal household can finish them, and cans of tuna that weigh in at 4 pounds, but can’t they at least have normal size Christmas tree ornaments? (that’s my phone on top, for scale)