Getting the 50 year old oven to work was not a simple task. It took two people to poke around and assess the situation.
A little bit of frustration.
A bit of panic.
But luckily Dad was there to make sure everything ran smoothly (as he usually does).
Austin waited patiently for his dinner. And by patiently I mean he was poking his eye with a fork.
While he waited, he chatted on the phone with Santa and guzzled his first ever glass of chocolate milk.
Then the turkey was carved.
Desert was delicious.
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