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Saw this on another board...wanted to share!!!

For most people, Thanksgiving is a time to reflect

on what we've been given and savor the scents of

crisp autumn days and pumpkin pie.

For me, it's a little more complicated.

One November afternoon when my daughter was in

kindergarten, I picked her up

after school. She bobbed out to the car and crawled

into the back seat.

"What did you do today?" I asked. She couldn't wait

to tell me.

"We learned that boys are different from girls," she


Looking into the rearview mirror, I could just see

the top of her head.

"My teacher told us that boys have a thing the girls

don't," she added

"Well, yes they do.." I said cautiously.

I couldn't think of anything else to say, so we were

quiet for a

moment. Then she piped up again. "That's how girls

know that boys are boys,"

she said. "They see that thing that hangs down and

they know that he is a


I mentally calculated the distance home. Our

five-minute commute already felt like an hour.

"Did you know that when the boys see a girl they

puff up?" My palms were beginning to sweat.


I was still searching for something new to say, to

change the subject, when she asked, "Why do the girls

like the

boys to have those things?" Well I didn't know what

to say. I mean, what woman hasn't asked herself that

question at least once?

"Oh, well...um.." I stammered.

She didn't wait for my answer. She had her own.

"It's cause it moves when they walk and then the

girls see that and that's when they know they are boys

and that's when they like them. Then the boy sees the

girl and he puffs up, and then the girl knows he likes

her, too. And then they get married. And then they get


That last part confused me a bit, but on the whole I

thought she had a pretty good grasp on things.

As soon as we got home and I pulled into the garage,

she hopped out of the car, fishing something out of

her school


"I drew a picture," she said. "Do you want to see?"

I wasn't sure I did, but I looked at it anyway. I

had to sit down.

There, all puffed up so to speak, looking mighty

attractive for the ladies, was a crayon drawing of a

great big Tom Turkey. His snood, the thing that hangs

down over his beak, the thing that female turkeys find

so irresistible, was magnificent. His tail feathers

were standing tall and proud.

She was a little offended that I laughed so hard at

her drawing, and I laughed until I cried. But when I

told her I

loved it - and I did - she got over her pique.

That was the end of that, for her anyway. But I'm

not so lucky.

Every year I remember that conversation.

And to be honest, I haven't looked at a turkey, or a

man, the same way since.

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