Thanksgiving
Nov. 22nd, 2007 11:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
porphyryA. first refused to accept that the turkey we'll be eating this afternoon was once a real, live turkey. "No, it's not. You're joking," he says.
Second, and far more disturbing to Malkhos and me, he has pronounced further that he would not eat it. He's sad for the turkey.
What in the hell could they possibly be teaching him in preschool? (Yesterday, he obviously learned the comparative and superlative because he was chanting "big, bigger, biggest" and "fast, faster, fastest" etc.) When he comes home denouncing drinking and smoking, Malkhos and I will have to build a special woodshed behind which to flog him.
Second, and far more disturbing to Malkhos and me, he has pronounced further that he would not eat it. He's sad for the turkey.
What in the hell could they possibly be teaching him in preschool? (Yesterday, he obviously learned the comparative and superlative because he was chanting "big, bigger, biggest" and "fast, faster, fastest" etc.) When he comes home denouncing drinking and smoking, Malkhos and I will have to build a special woodshed behind which to flog him.
