Thanksgiving

Overheard in the van, as the radio played called-in expressions of gratitude:

  

Ben (freshly 7): I'm thankful that we found a house in Montana. Your turn.

  

Lily (freshly 5): I'm thankful that God gave me a family. Your turn.

  

Ben: I'm thankful for God. Your turn.

  

Lily: I'm thankful for sickness. Your turn.

  

Ben: {Groan} OK, Lily, we need to stop. We've run out of things to be thankful for.

  

Our cup runneth over. Happy Thanksgiving.