Sam watching my father carve the turkey:
Sam contemplating the bountiful feast about to be consumed by her extended family:
She appreciates the season--and the bird:
The wee one is thrilled to find out that her ancestors were still safely in Europe when this murderous feast that we celebrate once a year was consumed and so, therefore, she may enjoy each and every dish without a serving of guilt. Thank goodness for immigration sayeth she:
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That gummy little grin is priceless!
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