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Question: For most people, Thanksgiving is a time to reflect
on what we've been given and savor the scents of
crisp autumn days and pumpkin pie.
For me, it's a little more complicated.
One November afternoon when my daughter was in
kindergarten, I picked her up
after school. She bobbed out to the car and crawled
into the back seat.
"What did you do today?" I asked. She couldn't wait
to tell me.
"We learned that boys are different from girls," she
chirped.
Looking into the rearview mirror, I could just see
the top of her head.
"My teacher told us that boys have a thing the girls
don't," she added
"Well, yes they do.." I said cautiously.
I couldn't think of anything else to say, so we were
quiet for a
moment. Then she piped up again. "That's how girls
know that boys are boys,"
she said. "They see that thing that hangs down and
they know that he is a
boy."
I mentally calculated the distan home. Our
five-minute commute already felt like an hour.
"Did you know that when the boys see a girl they
puff up?" My palms were beginning to sweat.
"Um...well..."
I was still searching for something new to say, to
change the subject, when she asked, "Why do the girls
like the
boys to have those things?" Well I didn't know what
to say. I mean, what woman hasn't asked herself that
question at least once?
"Oh, well...um.." I stammered.
She didn't wait for my answer. She had her own.
"It's cause it moves when they walk and then the
girls see that and that's when they know they are boys
and that's when they like them. Then the boy sees the
girl and he puffs up, and then the girl knows he likes
her, too. And then they get married. And then they get
cooked."
That last part confused me a bit, but on the whole I
thought she had a pretty good grasp on things.
As soon as we got home and I pulled into the garage,
she hopped ou f the car, fishing something out of
her school
bag.
"I drew a picture," she said. "Do you want to see?"
I wasn't sure I did, but I looked at it anyway. I
had to sit down.
There, all puffed up so to speak, looking mighty
attractive for the ladies, was a crayon drawing of a
great big Tom Turkey. His snood, the thing that hangs
down over his beak, the thing that female turkeys find
so irresistible, was magnificent. His tail feathers
were standing tall and proud.
She was a little offended that I laughed so hard at
her drawing, and I laughed until I cried. But when I
told her I
loved it - and I did - she got over her pique.
That was the end of that, for her anyway. But I'm
not so lucky.
Every year I remember that conversation.
And to be honest, I haven't looked at a turkey, or a
man, the same way since.
Answers: For most people, Thanksgiving is a time to reflect
on what we've been given and savor the scents of
crisp autumn days and pumpkin pie.
For me, it's a little more complicated.
One November afternoon when my daughter was in
kindergarten, I picked her up
after school. She bobbed out to the car and crawled
into the back seat.
"What did you do today?" I asked. She couldn't wait
to tell me.
"We learned that boys are different from girls," she
chirped.
Looking into the rearview mirror, I could just see
the top of her head.
"My teacher told us that boys have a thing the girls
don't," she added
"Well, yes they do.." I said cautiously.
I couldn't think of anything else to say, so we were
quiet for a
moment. Then she piped up again. "That's how girls
know that boys are boys,"
she said. "They see that thing that hangs down and
they know that he is a
boy."
I mentally calculated the distan home. Our
five-minute commute already felt like an hour.
"Did you know that when the boys see a girl they
puff up?" My palms were beginning to sweat.
"Um...well..."
I was still searching for something new to say, to
change the subject, when she asked, "Why do the girls
like the
boys to have those things?" Well I didn't know what
to say. I mean, what woman hasn't asked herself that
question at least once?
"Oh, well...um.." I stammered.
She didn't wait for my answer. She had her own.
"It's cause it moves when they walk and then the
girls see that and that's when they know they are boys
and that's when they like them. Then the boy sees the
girl and he puffs up, and then the girl knows he likes
her, too. And then they get married. And then they get
cooked."
That last part confused me a bit, but on the whole I
thought she had a pretty good grasp on things.
As soon as we got home and I pulled into the garage,
she hopped ou f the car, fishing something out of
her school
bag.
"I drew a picture," she said. "Do you want to see?"
I wasn't sure I did, but I looked at it anyway. I
had to sit down.
There, all puffed up so to speak, looking mighty
attractive for the ladies, was a crayon drawing of a
great big Tom Turkey. His snood, the thing that hangs
down over his beak, the thing that female turkeys find
so irresistible, was magnificent. His tail feathers
were standing tall and proud.
She was a little offended that I laughed so hard at
her drawing, and I laughed until I cried. But when I
told her I
loved it - and I did - she got over her pique.
That was the end of that, for her anyway. But I'm
not so lucky.
Every year I remember that conversation.
And to be honest, I haven't looked at a turkey, or a
man, the same way since.
that is hilarious!!!! first time i laughed all day. thanks! have a star
Blessed Be
LOL that's a cute one.
yes. Good anecdote. Send in to reader's Digestion. It would earn you some cash in my opinion.
brilliant
i absolutely love it.
that's tops.
the best on here for sure.
Little on the corny side but that's what happens when we become parents--we turn it down a notch.
Having just seen the real man part on another yahoo ? I am thankful for the corniness.
It made me giggle. :)
I know from jokes like these before, that it's not what it's going on about. But, I wasn't expecting a turkey joke. You know, I learned something too today. Never knew about turkey attraction before.
I love that one, you kept me blushng and ill at ease till the end. THANX
Omg! i was like thinking of the ......um....you know.....omg when you said the picture was of the turkey...i almost cried of laughing! omg! thanks for my laugh of the day!!!!
I've heard it many times before, but love it more every time. Thanks, I needed that :)
People is not hard to please, if you know on how please them too.. As a person/people, we have different and individual interest or views about life and each other..dealing , care and concern is the best tools for pleasing one personality..
ha ha ha...funny...i was thinking what you were thinking in the first place. lol!
Lol, wow what a thanksgiving......
lol!! How long did it take your heart to stop beating a mile a minute?
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not bad not bad
haha lol that is soo cute hehe