(Thanksgiving Day)

— Monaaa, do you know where I put my glasses?

— No. Have you looked in the fridge?

— No. I said the glasses! Why would I put them there?

— As if/ Beats me!

— Have you seen them or not?

— What? I'm in the kitchen, I can't hear you!

— I said...! Whatever. I'll look for them myself.

— Harold! Have you found them?

— Oh, Lord. No!

— Why don't you look in the fridge?

— This woman is going to drive me nuts. Because I'm looking in the dining room!

— Look under the cushions! And light the fireplace! The kids will be here any minute!

— You don't need to yell. I'm here.

— Aw. Did you finally—? Wait. Are you wearing my glasses?

— What? No. I think... I knew something wasn't right. How do you manage to cook without them? I thought for a second we had a lion in the hallway.

— Don't exaggerate... I can still tell the difference between a turkey and a lion...

— I meant our cat. Is that the sauce? It smells really good. Can I try some?

— OK, but use a clean spoon.

— What did you stuff the turkey with?

— The usual — parsley, eggs, carrots, apples ... Oh my God. I forgot the apples!

— Mom! Dad! We're home!

— Oh, Harold, the kids are here and I forgot the apples.

— Don't worry, dear. They're finally home. They won't even notice.

Happy Thanksgiving!