Max: So, what's this turkey thing I keep hearing about?
Me: Do you mean Thanksgiving? It's a day we set aside to give thanks for our many blessings.
Max: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell me about the turkey, tho.
Me: Well, part of the special meal that day is usually a big roasted turkey.
Max: A big roasted turkey, huh. Just how big is big?
Max: Wow. * starts drooling*
Max: I get some, right?
Max: But...but...why? I bet you give the dog some.
Me: We're eating at my sister's. None of you will be getting any.
Max: Then take me with you. Please?
Me: No can do.
Max: I'll behave. I promise.
Me: Yeah, like you did that time I left my sandwich on the counter? Or the time you ate so much dog kibble you barfed?
Max: It was stomach flu. Really.
Me: Uh huh.
Max: Seriously. I'll be good as gold. All I want is a little turkey.
Me: Max, you never eat just a little anything. You're a pig.
Max: I resemble that remark.
Me: Yes, you do.
Max: So, no turkey?
Me: No turkey.
Max: *sigh* You've cut me to the quick. I hope your sweet potatoes shrivel.
Me: Go eat dog kibble, Max.
Max: Bah humbug.
**Max and I, as well as Tom, Kenzie, Chloe, Snuggles, Trouble, and Bridey the Bird, wish all of you a wonderful, safe, and loving Thanksgiving holiday. (And Max says save some turkey for him!)