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.