In the car on the way home from gymnastics tonight Paris was practicing for the program she has at school tomorrow. She began reciting the following poem:
"I am thankful for the turkey
I am thankful for the pie
I am thankful for the corn and bread
I am thankful for the squash I'll try
Now Mommy, this is just a poem I'm saying. I'm not really going to try squash because that's gross.
I am thankful for the toys I have.............."
I'm not sure how the poem ended because I was too busy laughing at her disclaimer to hear what she said. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!