Metal Meredith

Vivienne had a Thanksgiving play and feast on Tuesday at her preschool. She was an Indian in the first Thanksgiving. She spent most of the time picking her nose and eating the boogers, which I dutifully caught on video to show her later and explain to her that I tried many times to get her to stop but finally gave up. Oh well.

I did find myself wishing just for a moment that I could go back to childhood and enjoy these holidays for what we were all told they represent, John Smith and Pocahontas-type myths that made it all much more interesting than knowing the harsh and horrible reality. For now, I get to relive it in dyed brown t-shirts with hand cut fringe, colored macaroni necklaces and paper headbands with stapled on feathers.

Somehow, this is just as fun.