Thursday, November 17, 2011

in honor of Thanksgiving

A couple of years ago, when the Kindergartner was a preschooler, he started asking questions about Thanksgiving. No doubt, they were talking about the holiday at preschool, and he wondered how we planned to celebrate.

"Will we get a turkey?" He asked.
"Yes." I told him.
"We will?" He asked again.
"Of course," I said.

We must have had this conversation a dozen times in the weeks leading up to Thanksgiving. Finally, shopping day arrived and I should have suspected something when he jumped in the van without complaint to go to the grocery store. (He hates grocery shopping.)

We got to the meat department, and I said, "Okay, buddy! It's finally time to pick our turkey!"

He looked at the mound of frozen turkeys and exclaimed, "But, Mom! These turkeys are all DEAD!

Needless to say, he didn't eat any turkey that Thanksgiving.

4 comments:

Sues said...

Ha! I saw that one coming! :-P I have such a soft spot for the innocent misunderstandings like those. I had a few in my day. In Kindy, our PE teacher was named Mr. Shoe, and for whatever reason, on our very first day of PE, I expected to see a live talking shoe, like on a TV show I liked.

Mommy Cracked said...

LOL! That was cute! I love the way little minds think!

It is SO great to see you back here blogging! Sure have missed you! I almost fell out when you left a comment on my blog....I was so excited to see a familiar blogging name! Hee-hee! Welcome back!

ChosenRebel said...

Saw it coming too, and still laughed. I was seeing visions of your son running around the back yard with his "pet" turkey!

Have a great day giving thanks.

thatsajennstory said...

Haha! Cute.