Gobble, gobble

Yesterday, Kenzie had a Thanksgiving play at school. She was one of the Indians the pilgrims met at Plymouth Rock. Her line was "We want to be your friends" and she remembered it without being prompted. I was very proud since the play was with the 4 year old's class and some of them either didn't remember their line or started crying and ran to their parents. Afterwards we had Thanksgiving dinner in the gym. I was fixing Kenzie's plate and asking her what she wanted:

"Stuffing?" "No"

"A pickle?" "No"

"Green beans?" "No"

"Turkey?" "No"

Well, then what do you want to eat? "a peanut butter sandwich"

I told her that we had all brought such good things and that we should all eat this good food together. Her reply?

"Mommy, I already told you. I don't like food."

She ended up having macaroni and cheese, bread, and corn. A plate of yellow. Super healthy, I'm sure. We had a great time though and it was really awesome getting to hang out with her at school.

We have been talking a lot about Santa lately and even mustered up the courage to go see him a few days ago. Now don't be confused- we did not sit on his lap and take pictures or even come within 2 feet of him. We spoke to him from afar since Kenzie is terrified of anyone in character (mascots, costumed adults, the Easter bunny, Santa). She did get close enough for him to hand her a candy cane. It's an improvement from last year. And now you know why you have never seen a picture of Kenzie with Santa.

Anyway, on the way home last night, she asked me what Santa's reindeer like to eat. I told her probably corn, hay, and maybe apples or carrots. Kenzie said "oh" sounding disappointed. Then she was quiet for a second and said, "I thought they eat Taco Bell." It was pretty funny.

Kenzie and her friend Olivia

My sweet little Indian girl