He begged to see the turkey...shamelessly.
So, I called him to the kitchen when I took the bird out of the refrigerator and removed the wrapper. He stared in disbelief.
"Where's his head?" he asked.
"Ah, well he doesn't have one anymore," I replied.
"Where's da legs?" he inquired.
I pointed them out on the bird...along with the wings. (The gizard, heart and various other bagged body parts were already in the trash.)
He was clearly troubled.
"I don't like turkey," he said. He spun around and walked away.
2 comments:
Sam cracks me up! :-)
no gobble gobble - K wants down the isle at the grocery store - saying poor dead animals...
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