Thanksgiving around here was more exciting than we anticipated. First, we had fantastic guests: Grandma Patti was up for the weekend; Grandma Leslie and Grandpa Yves came up for a Sunday Thanksgiving dinner, which was actually going to be at lunch.
We had planned well. Pies were baked or bought. Side dishes were prepared. Turkey was dry-brined (yum). But we did NOT expect the oven to go haywire, first shutting itself off several times & then, clearly miffed at our continued attempts to cook Thanksgiving dinner, deciding that only the top element should work, thus cooking only half the turkey. Once we accepted the reality of our situation (aka after the oven turned off a few times but before the element conked out), Grandma Patti embarked, dinnerless, on her drive home, while Grandma Leslie and Grandpa Yves sent us upstairs to nap (boys, parents, the whole shebang).
Eventually we did have a lovely (half) turkey dinner (the cooked half, never fear) and afterward we went to the park to play. Thomas was wearing some size 2T pants that are far too big in the waist (a regular problem). André had attempted to remedy the situation by tucking T's sweater into his pants, but hard playing at the park does not go well with oversize pants and the sweater had to be re-tucked multiple times.
Finally, Thomas approached us, once again holding one side of his pants bunched up in his fist. André said, "Should I tuck your sweater in again, Bear, or is it futile?"
Without missing a beat, Thomas looked up at him with all the wisdom of a two-year-old and said, "It's futile." And off he went to play.
Happy Thanksgiving!
