Happy Thanksglibbing

ImageAs I lay in bed trying to digest another Thanksgiving dinner, sweating out the gravy literally oozing from my pours, I felt grateful not only for the family and close friends willing to drive 160 km north to share it with us, but for the unique and memorable moments that came this weekend courtesy of neighbouring cottage kids.

With a stove full of food, a house full of guests and seven kids running underfoot, admittedly my attention was somewhat scattered.  I didn’t really notice the tub of Glow In The Dark Mars Mud that had come back from the kids’ trip to the town store (a Thanksgiving “Must Have” according to Delia and the Pilgrims).  I lost track of it after she, Bodie and a friend did their requisite nasal gag, each with a strand of green goo stuck to their upper lip, the pre-Thanksgiving dinner floor show.  But when I heard their friend say “Ooo, it’s a facial!” while slapping a wad of chemically engineered putty onto her cheek, I should have known it was only a matter of time before …

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As close as I’ll ever come to the ancestral harvesting of the wheat field, I spent the next hour and a half pulling her mangled crop of hair from the goo’s gluey grip.

But beyond the festivities, I was especially thankful for the conversation I got to have with my neighbour’s five-year old grandson when he showed up at our door to see the bunny.

“Hey Owen, happy Thanksgiving!”

“My dad had ball surgery.”

“Oh, my.  Well … wow.”

“Yeah.”

Blank stare.  From both of us.

“Our bunny had surgery too.”

“Oh.”

“So if you pick him up, be really gentle, okay?”

“Why?”

“Cuz’ he’s still a little tender.”

Plastic arrow smacking against plastic bow.  Over.  And over.  And over.

“My dad says he’s gonna sit on peas all weekend.”

“That sounds like a good idea.”

“Does your bunny have peas?”

“No, no peas for Winnie.  Hey, how’s your new baby brother?”

“Good.  My dad says he’s the last one, so we’d better like him.”

“Ah … I see.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I hope you guys have a nice dinner!  What are you having?”

“Turkey.  And stuff.  Probably peas.”

“Ooo … nice.”

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    • Andie Duncan
      Andie Duncan says:

      I’m told American Thanksgiving is almost as big a deal (and meal) as Christmas, and so close together … better get the elastic waist pants out! Happy holidays to you too! 🙂

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  1. Adrianna Rupert
    Adrianna Rupert says:

    Love, love, love it!!!! Where to begin….the casual mention of the “ball surgery”, the disgusting goop in the hair, the deadpan comment about the peas…….you’ve got to love the honesty of children!!!!! As always Andie, you made me laugh out loud! Happy Turkey Day!!!

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  2. Susie
    Susie says:

    How lovely to end me holiday weekend laughing at you. Okay, not AT you, but…BECAUSE of you. Thanks, Sweetie.
    Give Peas A Chance,
    Susie

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  3. TIA
    TIA says:

    Love the dinner conversation! I had a hard time deciding whether to celebrate Canadian thanksgiving or Columbus Day yesterday… I chose Columbus Day, because I didnt have to make all of that food, however I did let the kids have ham for lunch…so… May e we celebrated a little of both :). Glad your thanksgiving was fabulous!

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  4. tinapumfrey
    tinapumfrey says:

    Sounds like a good time was had by all! The conversation with your neighbour is just another reminder that parents should be careful about what they tell their children…. 😀

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  5. mytiturk
    mytiturk says:

    Got a real kick (er, some loud laughs) from this post. What is it about kids named Owen? Thanks for liking my post, Old Sol and Mommy Earth! Looking forward to reading more of your stuff. Great style.

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    • Andie Duncan
      Andie Duncan says:

      Thanks Bob … love your blog and writing style as well! I know a few Owens and they’re all pretty unique. That said, my sister said every Jason she ever taught was a handful, but I’ll stick to my unique theory here as well, being shamelessly PC for all the potential Owens and Jasons that might stumble upon my blog. YOU ARE ALL SAINTS, AND DELIGHTFUL TO BE AROUND, THE LOT OF YOU. 😉

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  6. to bless africa
    to bless africa says:

    Great story, great conversation!
    My 3-year-old just heard me singing ‘What a Wonderful World’ as it should be sung, and asked me if I was the Cookie Monster. You never know what’s going to come out next! 🙂

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