First, as I was putting the turkey in the fridge a few days ago, V had some questions.
V: What're you doin'?
Me: Thawing the turkey so it's ready for Thanksgiving.
V: A turkey is an animal.
Me: Yep. Sometimes people eat animals.
The next morning, she had clearly pondered this.
V: Mama, people don't eat animals.
Me: We don't? What do we eat?
So...this may be our last Thanksgiving as a family of carnivores.
This morning, as I chopped up celery and onions for the roasting pan, here's how things went:
V: You're using the wrong recipe.
V (smiling): You're using the WRONG RECIPE!
Me: Listen, Sprout, I am the mama, so I know what recipe to use.
V: When I get bigger than you, then I will make the turkey.
Me: Okay. When you get bigger than me, you can make the turkey.
V: But what if I forget the recipe?
Me: You can call me up and ask.
V: Like when you call Grandma?
We're watching the Macy's parade and waiting for our company to arrive.
We got some frightening news last night about my Aunt Sharon, and so this Thanksgiving will be filled with lots of thanks for those of us who are still healthy, and lots of prayers for Sharon and her family, and a bit of wonder at the tenuousness of this whole world.
May you have your fill of good food, good company, and safe travels today.