that rotten coconut behavior

It’s Thanksgiving! The day to stuff your face. And be thankful for it.

Paper turkeys. (god I’m so obsessed with cross-processing)

To celebrate this year’s givin-of-da-thanks we went to our cousin’s house. They’re much more Jew-like than us and have children named Tehilah, Yahuda, and Itimar. Instead of telling you about the 1.37 millimeter scratch on their table and the friction created by socks when walking on the floor, I’m going to tell the story of the night via Itimar.

At first, he was really shy and wouldn’t look at anybody’s lens.

Not even my mom’s baby-talk voice could brake his stare-down.

Then he had a few cookies.

And the paparazzi came.

Quickly realizing the tremendous publicity opportunities he took of his shirt and released a sugar high.

He gave us an art tour..

which included his sister’s wonderful “keep out” sign.

Then he said “screw this, I’m gonna go stick my head in a bucket.”

And that was how the night went. Oh wait we also played catch:

Title: Sam telling a story about a rotten coconut we found in Mexico, of course. Unrelated but I want you to look at this.