So our favorite Thanksgiving story is the first year we spent in Arizona. Our son was 3 that year. We had everything ready and on the kitchen table except the turkey. When I pulled it from the oven, and set it upon the center of the table, the entire table collapsed to the floor.
It turns out that our 3-year-old son had,, at some point previously, raided my tookit and had carefully removed all the screws holding the table legs on. When he did this, we never found out, but it did not affect normal use of the table. Only when the 20-lp bird hit the top did it finally give up the ghost.
Needless to say, we were all a bit speechless.
Most of the dinner was salvageable, except for a few spatters, and no one was injured. Fortunately, he saved the screws.
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