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.