This morning when we were driving into work Sam asked me if I knew why we celebrate Thanksgiving. I told him I think so but what was his idea. He told me he was going to tell me a story.
Once there was a very bossy king. He was so bossy he made all the people do his laundry. The pirates were sick of the bossy king. They waited and waited and waited until night and then got on the ships. Then they swayed (imagine Sam swaying back and forth). The pirates got sea sick. They had to poo. It was smelly. They got to America. The Native Americans said ‘welcome’ and they had a feast.
Who knew that was why we celebrate Thanksgiving.
I also got in trouble for saying Indian. It is Native American for you politically correct people. But I think it would be fun to have the Indians and Pirates play a game of baseball at the feast.
People my son is hilarious. A boy from next door gave Sam his art table. Sam was so excited. He told me it is his office. He told me not to tell anyone because it is his secret identity. I pinky promised not to tell his friends at school. He and Bruce Wayne had a lot in common.