Turkey = joy

Normally, I don't like to eat anything with a face.

But I love Thanksgiving.

I love turkey, stuffing, and cranberries. And I love turkey, stuffing, and cranberries.

Tomorrow morning, I will love turkey, stuffing, and cranberries.
Turkey, stuffing, and cranberries.

Glggagghgaghlllghalghggghaghgaaaaah......

Happy, happy girl.

The Kid's song, which she will only sing spontenously:
(You can't ask her to sing it, because then she just says "No". Even if you start to sing it yourself in the hopes of motivating her, and you have guests you're trying to impress, what happens is you wind up singing the whole song by yourself while she walks off to play with something and your guests look at you like they've been sitting on your sofa for far too long and have suddenly thought of a million other things they could be doing.)

(sung to the tune of "Did you ever see a Lassie?")
Oh, gobble, gobble, gobble,
Fat turkeys, fat turkeys.
Oh, gobble, gobble, gobble,
Fat turkeys are we.
We walk very proudly and gobble so loudly,
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble.
Oh, gobble, gobble, gobble.
Fat turkeys are we.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Get your fork outta my plate.
Grrrr.......