thanksgiving preparations at our house

 Last night found my 5-year-old and I in a passionate debate. Topic of said debate: is her recently acquired rubber chicken (thank you, random person on the street disposing of Halloween paraphernalia) a representation of a dead chicken, or merely "a baby chicken who doesn't have feathers yet."

 Though the controversy was never formally settled, it seems I may have swayed her opinion. Suddenly focused, as she gets when inspiration strikes, she began making place cards for each member of our family. She then arranged the rubber chicken in the center of the table because, as she explained, "it was almost Thanksgiving."