Sure, it's not as impressive as spending Christmas at home, but we were home for Boxing Day, too!
Home... where I can... oh, you know.
But then Grandma Joan, Auntie Amy, Uncle Ryan, and the triplets came over and I was once again forced to behave. Kind of.
With six kids running rampant I was hard pressed not to join in. I took advantage of the triplets' newfound courage and chased them a wee bit. It turns out I can be a fun uncle on occasion.
Plus, I had lots of photo opportunities.
Too bad there was no turkey, though. At least nobody tried to touch my leftovers.