Gwyneth, 8, relates a game at an Idaho neighbor’s birthday party. I ask, “Did you have trouble with this game because you can’t read?”
Oh no. The dad said, “We know you can’t read; we drew pictures.”
Sigh. “Do you have to tell everyone you can’t read?”
Caleb: “Do you have to tell everyone you’re illiterate as a doornail?”
Corinne: “That’s Caleb’s word of the day: (wait for it) doornail.”
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Son is creating a turkey roll complete with gravy and mashed potatoes necessitating the squashing of said roll.
“Son we don’t want to see that.”
You don’t have to look.
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The tree is up. Used to, that was a Saturday after Thanksgiving tradition but it seems in Japan we began to push that date forward as Kevin was working most holidays and days thereafter. Now, it’s put up the tree after Thanksgiving dinner. Even *I* wasn’t in the mood today, but getting out most of the decor was kind of fun: a family event.
This is our third Thanksgiving in a row in a different locale. Different continent, different states. It’s getting tiring.
Now the kids are cleaning up after a late dinner and we’re grabbing dessert and headed to the basement for “Miracle on 34th Street: the remake.” Because I like the remake.
Happy Thanksgiving and Safe Shopping tomorrow.