I’m so far behind the blogging curve, and cannot even begin to organize a proper update, so instead, Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate!
Three bizarre Max-isms from the morning:
(Overheard while in the shower)
MooOOOOoom! MOM! Do beatles have teeth? Do they have to floss? What if they eat poop?
Oh, MOooOOOm. Are you out of the shower yet? MOM!MOM!MOM!MOM!…Anyway, Mom. How do cars drive on the Silk Road?
He has been awake since 4:30, anticipating Thanksgiving. I’m glad he does not believe in Santa Claus, because I can only imagine the havoc waiting for the old fat guy would bring.
I’m safe though, Because Max apparently celebrates his own Judeo-Christian holiday.
According to Max, Knishmas is celebrated this coming Tuesday. I think I can manage.
For now? We’re off for a walk around Somerville to find the Great Wild Turkey.* Hopefully the kind in a glass bottle.
*You know. Like looking for leprechauns or the gold at the end of the rainbow or any other holiday tradition devised by desperate mothers.