Me: What did you write on your feathers?
Turken: Well, we had to write some, and some we got to choose.
Me: Your teacher made you write certain things?
Turken: Uh-huh. (as he points to each feather) We had to put God. And then a pet. I put "dog" even though they aren't our pets.
Me: (completely skipping the questions about being forced to put God) They aren't our pets? Why do you say that?
Turken: They don't come inside.
Me: Huh. (Mental note: Perhaps we need to discuss what a pet is.)
Turken: Then I put Ms. (Teacher).
Me: (under my breath) Did you have to put her?
Turken: And Dad.
Me: Was Dad one you had to write?
Turken: No. And then Mom.
Me: Were you told to write Mom?
Turken: I just didn't know how to spell anybody else's name.
And with that, Turken has moved into 7th place in my favorite kid contest.
His cousin has inched her way into the lineup.
|My name was "Crissy" until I moved to Indiana, where no one knew me and I could shed the name Three's Company made infamous. The relatives still use the moniker.|
Have a lovely day!