While it is nice to have the kids home all day on Thanksgiving, there comes a point when I am in need of some serious distraction. How many times can I answer the question, "When are they going to get here?" with the appropriate amount of parental civility? When my little girl starts to really ramp up the irritating, I find that nothing works better than giving her a job. She is a master potato masher. She can set the table. She is excellent at anything that involves bossing around her brother, or father for that matter.
This year I found a new job: place card creator. Very effective in getting her out of the kitchen. Very cute result for our Thanksgiving table.