Prep Note 11/28

I collected a few different stories from my grandparents, but unfortunately, not all of them were school-appropriate. (This was pretty surprising to me, because they’re very formal people.) I stayed in Virginia for Thanksgiving with my grandparents, and I didn’t see any of my siblings over the break, so I didn’t get any crazy stories either – but I did hear a story about Thanksgiving when my dad was young! When my dad was little, the family had a dog named Chanel. Chanel was relatively small, and usually very meek and mild-mannered, although she did enjoy rooting around in the trash occasionally. After Thanksgiving dinner one year, somebody set the turkey on the counter, and everyone went to another room. What they hadn’t counted on was Chanel’s remarkable balance – she had such good balance that she could walk on her hind legs and see over the table. Chanel dragged the turkey to the corner of the table, and then jumped up on it, flipping the platter and sending it crashing to the ground. Turkey was everywhere, the platter shattered, and my grandmother rushed back into the kitchen. She was more upset about her platter breaking than losing the turkey, and Chanel was rushed out of the room before she could eat any of it. My grandmother said the whole event was reminiscent of A Christmas Story. I’ve never seen it, though, so I’ll have to take her word for it!