The Kid Talks Turkey

Nick: Where’s the turkey? I can’t believe you already got it!

Me (removing a bag from the fridge): See?

Nick (visibly crushed): Oh. That’s our turkey?

Me: What’s wrong with the turkey?

Nick: I thought you were going to kill it.

Me: I did. I went to the supermarket, pulled out my shotgun, and killed it. They had all the turkeys there just waiting for me. I found a good one and… Bang! That was that.

Nick: You did?

Me: Yes. And then I wrapped it up in plastic and printed Butterball on it.

Nick (more delighted): You did?

Me: Sorry, no. Somebody else killed it.

Nick: Poor Mr. Turkey’s spirit is probably no longer here with us.

Me: Sure it is. We’ll eat up his spirit and he’ll stay with us.

Nick: Ew…

Me: There’s no pleasing you on this turkey issue, is there?

Happy Thanksgiving and better luck with your turkey.

Jessica

Comments

Michele said…

I think Nick has a future as a comedian!

November 25, 2009 at 7:41 AM

Anonymous said…

Is Nick going to take after his grandfather with the jokes?

November 25, 2009 at 12:51 PM

Dru said…

He's a comedian in the making. Happy Thanksgiving.

November 25, 2009 at 3:15 PM

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