Editor's Note: Because Canada is north of the United States, its harvest comes earlier in the year. As such, Thanksgiving in Canada is the second Monday in October.
This past weekend, Bob and I sent the kids to my mother's cottage to spend Thanksgiving there while we got away for a much needed break. Although we've each had overnights away from the kids, it was the first time we'd been away together without them. And as I suspected, they were so well occupied by all their aunts, uncles and cousins, they really didn't miss us much at all!
On the drive back home, we caught up on their weekend, which they praised as they best time of their lives. They went on a long hike, they played cards, they went fishing, they stayed up really late. And they had Thanksgiving dinner.
"And Mommy," Neva told me, "Milo ate almost everything on his plate!"
I had my doubts, knowing my veg-a-phobic son who also refuses pork and poultry. Time to dig a little deeper. "So, what exactly was on your plate?"
"The teenagers served him," Neva continued to speak for Milo. They had given him turkey, potatoes, carrots, gravy and a piece of bread. I was incredulous! Maybe we should have sent him away on his own years ago.
"And you ate everything?!"
"He ate almost everything on his plate!" Neva was excited for him.
"So Milo, you ate turkey?"
"No," came the reply, in an excited tone that was almost begging me to go on.
"Did you eat potatoes?"
"No."
"What about the carrots?"
"No, but the gravy was awesome!!"
Happy sweeping!
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
