Turkey for Me, Turkey for You...
Well, Turkey Day found me in California, visiting my Grandma Karen and Grandpa Bruce. Grandma Karen has lots of breakable, but questionable, objects in her house.
So they made me wear my socks on my hands so that I couldn't get ahold of them.
The socks did not, however, keep me from helping Dad find "the bottle that helps him get through the holidays."
California has a dress code for holidays, so I had to trade my blue jeans for a thing they called a "skirt."
I got hold of a spoon and helped with the cooking. Dad said, "A cute cook always makes a meal taste better."
But the day after Thanksgiving we went to a place called Nut Tree. I got to ride the carousel.
Grandma Karen and Grandpa Bruce said that I should ride the elephant, but Dad and Mom thought a donkey would be better. Mom and Dad were right. The elephant promised a whole lot, but couldn't deliver. It just kept giving money to the rich.
Later, I got to drive my own Coast Guard boat. The ride operator made Mom and Dad leave me there alone.
I was sad because I couldn't find any good bluegrass on the radio.
All in all, we have had a good time over Thanksgiving. Turkey is good, but stuffing is dry (without gravy, which Mom won't let me have. Dad says we are going to stay up after she goes to bed tonight and learn about the wonders of gravy.).
Oh, and it looks like Uncle Tyler has a holiday bottle of his own.
So they made me wear my socks on my hands so that I couldn't get ahold of them.
The socks did not, however, keep me from helping Dad find "the bottle that helps him get through the holidays."
California has a dress code for holidays, so I had to trade my blue jeans for a thing they called a "skirt."
I got hold of a spoon and helped with the cooking. Dad said, "A cute cook always makes a meal taste better."
But the day after Thanksgiving we went to a place called Nut Tree. I got to ride the carousel.
Grandma Karen and Grandpa Bruce said that I should ride the elephant, but Dad and Mom thought a donkey would be better. Mom and Dad were right. The elephant promised a whole lot, but couldn't deliver. It just kept giving money to the rich.
Later, I got to drive my own Coast Guard boat. The ride operator made Mom and Dad leave me there alone.
I was sad because I couldn't find any good bluegrass on the radio.
All in all, we have had a good time over Thanksgiving. Turkey is good, but stuffing is dry (without gravy, which Mom won't let me have. Dad says we are going to stay up after she goes to bed tonight and learn about the wonders of gravy.).
Oh, and it looks like Uncle Tyler has a holiday bottle of his own.