"That's a big chicken mommy!" Dean squealed as he played with his brother;s pudgy hands.
Mary hid a smile, and sat beside him, tucking in Dean's napkin. "That's a turkey Deano." John's baritone rang around the room, as he was carving the turkey.
Dean looked apprehensive, "Iunno Daddy! How is Sammy gonna fit it into his mouth? He doesn't have teeth yet" The four year old looked down at his brother, "Whatcha gonna do, Sammy?"
Mary smiled, and picked Sam up from Dean's lap, and carried him towards his high-chair, desperately trying to quiet the boy's wails, which only abated with the high-chair was placed within Dean's vicinity.
"Don't worry Dean, Sammy's gonna enjoy this wonderful jar of mashed potatoes." Mary smiled, spooning the white goo into Sam's mouth.
Dean shrugged looking happy. "They better have some pie for Sammy too."