So Blake, cute Blake, learned all about Thanksgiving at preschool this week. One Monday after school, she asked if I would take her to hunt turkeys. Yes, that's my daughter. I stopped eating meat for like 10 years because my brother made a steak "moo!" once and Blake wants to hunt her own turkey.
I told her she would have to ask Papa, since he was the turkey hunter in the family. She called and asked him, and he told her sometime they would go.
I hadn't given it another thought until at 7:01 when Blake came into my bedroom. She came up the side of my bed, and tapped my shoulder. "Mom, is it Thanksgiving?"
"Yeah, babe it is." I answered.
"Okay, good. What time are papa and I going to hunt our turkey?"
So cute.. love this little hunting girl! I don't know if she knows how the turkey dies, but she did say she would help pull out all the feathers. Maybe she will be the Hunter Papa always wanted!