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[tc1]

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 distance 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 out of
>>>>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
>>>>

[RedInferno]

Very good tc1....

[ShadowFox]

LOL That's great!