At the Thanksgiving table, 6-year-old Tommy squirmed in his seat. “Grandma,” he asked, “did you have turkeys when you were little? Or were dinosaurs still around?”
The room burst into laughter, but Grandma Bea played along. “Oh, Tommy, turkeys were *just* starting to replace dinosaurs on the menu back then!”
Tommy’s older sister, Lucy, joined in. “Grandpa, did they even have Thanksgiving when you were young?”
Grandpa Sam stroked his chin. “Not really. Back then, we just ate whatever we could catch—like squirrels!”
“Eww!” Tommy shrieked. “You ate squirrels?”
“Well,” Grandpa said with a wink, “only on special occasions.”
Then little Mia spoke up. “Grandma, why do we eat turkey anyway? Why not pizza?”
Grandma Bea chuckled. “Because turkeys don’t deliver!”
As everyone laughed, Grandpa added, “And back in *my* day, we had to chase the turkeys ourselves—uphill, both ways, in the snow!”
The kids giggled uncontrollably, and Lucy asked, “What are you thankful for, Grandpa?”
Grandpa Sam smiled. “For questions that make me laugh, food that makes me full, and family that makes life worth living.”
The table grew quiet for a moment—before Tommy asked, “But seriously, what does squirrel taste like?”