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Now that the various holidays are arriving in seemingly rapid succession, the Preschooler is getting very excited about decorating appropriately for each one.  That makes one of us.  I’m lucky if I put on different outfits for the occasions.  Anyway, after we finally took down the Halloween “decorations” he made, he started brainstorming some Thanksgiving ideas:

Him: What’s that thing with the food inside?

Me: A refrigerator?

Him: No, like an ice cream cone.  That fell down.

Me: Oh, you mean a cornucopia.

Him: Yeah.  We’ll make that and other Thanksgiving decorations, too.  Like turkeys. 

Me: Uh-huh.

Him: And monkeys.

Me: Monkeys?

Him: Yeah, monkeys.

This is the second year in a row he’s brought up the monkeys.  Oh, well.  I suppose the supply will catch up with the demand.  I don’t know about you people, but I know what’s going to be on my Thanksgiving table this year.

Comments

[Sally]

Ummm..a monkey?

[Tammy]

Yeah, didn't the Indians have the monkeys tamed by the time the Spaniards invaded Massachusetts? How does Thanksgiving work again?

[Husband]

I believe the monkeys carried the smallpox that decimated the native american guests at the first Thanksgiving.

Monkeys and turkeys also have a very symbiotic relationship in the wild.

[joey]

I always think of monkeys also. When I was a kid , The Wizard of Oz was on TV every year on Thanksgiving and those flying monkeys made quite an impression. I always think of turkeys and monkeys. And Toto, too.

[Tammy]

Joey: Interesting. He's never actually seen the Wizard of Oz, specifically because of those freaky flying monkeys that still give me nightmares. But I really think we're onto something here. Think crispy monkey wings.

Husband: That explains everything.