If your child's third-grade class is planning to hold a Thanksgiving feast, make sure you get to the parents' sign-up sheet early, so you can sign up for something easy, such as paper plates. We failed to do this, so we wound up with the last item on the list: turkey. Thus this morning, as the clock ticked away the minutes leading to the feast deadline, we were in the kitchen frantically carving turkeys (yes, these were plural turkeys). This was stressful for us, although it was Dog Disney World for Lucy, because the kitchen was filled with turkey smells and dripping turkey juice and the occasional piece of actual turkey landing on the floor where a dog could snork it down and then lick the spot for 14 straight minutes in case there were any molecules left. Lucy could not BELIEVE how great Thanksgiving is. She would like to celebrate it every morning.
We finally finished carving, loaded the car and drove to the school. The moms who had picked the easier sign-up items had set up the food on picnic tables outside. They were anxiously awaiting the turkey, so we handed it to them over the security fence, like people sneaking turkey into a prison. Then we went and signed in at the office and joined the kids and parents for the feast. That was great, and what was even greater was that when we got home, Lucy had not chewed up or pooped on anything. We are thankful for that, and for many other things, and we hope that you have at least as much to celebrate.