Last night, there was talk of a Thanksgiving turkey.
I don’t cook a lot of meat, with the exception of the occasional fish or hot dogs, but this is because I don’t know how, not because I’m trying to raise my kids vegetarian. Except by accident, I actually am.
Last night, G and I were talking about making a turkey and how that would work since we don’t have a large roasting pan. Maybe the crockpot? G suggested.
P immediately piped up from the back seat: “We don’t eat turkeys! They’re too beautiful!”
G told him the turkey we would be eating was ugly. “It doesn’t matter, Daddy! Brown turkeys are beautiful, too!” I assured him he didn’t have to eat any even if we cooked a turkey next week for Thanksgiving. “But Mommy,” he said worriedly, “The guts!”
And just like that I didn’t want any Thanksgiving turkey either.
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Day 16: The Ugly American
Day 15: I Found a Dollar in the Wash
Day 14: Eggnog Lattes for Lazy People
Day 13: Sunday is for Baking
Day 12: Chaos and Calm
Day 11: Choose Kindness
Day 10: Long Live Snail Mail
Day 9: The Day After
Day 8: The Sun Also Rises
Day 7: Election Day
Day 6: Daddy’s Boys
Day 5: I’ll Just Leave This Here
Day 4: 2016 Book Lovers’ Gift Guide
Day 3: Once Upon a Hong Kong Winter
Day 2: Parenting Hacks
Day 1: Created Equal