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.
Me: There’s no pleasing you on this turkey issue, is there?
Happy Thanksgiving and better luck with your turkey.