Friend -- "Hello my dearest friend in the entire world, would you like to come over to my house for Thanksgiving dinner? I'll cook amazing wonderful food and I will fill my house with people that love and adore you. And there will be gifts."
Supposed Friend -- "Great! Come over at THREE -- IN THE AFTERNOON."
It sounds great on the surface. They draw you in with promises of love and food and gifts. (Probably I'm making up the gifts part.) But THEN... then they drop it on you. THREE O'CLOCK. IN THE AFTERNOON. What are you supposed to do? Do you eat lunch? I mean, we're talking Thanksgiving dinner here. You are supposed to be hungry. So that you can eat a lot. But what if you don't eat lunch, and then you get there and they expect you to just mingle for two hours?! I don't know about you all, but I'm not a nice person when I'm starving. I don't want to "mingle." I don't want to "talk" and "enjoy myself." I want to figure out a way to distract the hostess long enough so that I can snatch some of that delicious smelling food coming from that room of temptation she is calling a "kitchen." Either that, or I'm going to start gnawing on the sofa.
I'm not saying that you can't invite people over for Thanksgiving dinner and offer them gifts. By all means -- go ahead and put my name on that guest list if you like. And I'm not saying you can't ask them to come at 3pm. Just, for the sake of their sanity and your sofa, be clear about the time you will actually be eating. ESPECIALLY if there are children involved.
Oh, and PS -- this is the point where he said to me, "You said this might be a little weirdy. And you were right. This is super weirdy, Mom."