Do you see the picture I painted of a turkey hanging behind me? I am five years old in this picture. I was in the big kids class at pre-school and we got to do lots of neat artwork.
This is the year I learned a new Thanksgiving song: The Albuquerque Turkey. I loved trying to say that big word.
It is sung to the tune of Ole My Darling Clementine:
Albuquerque has a turkey, and he's feathered and he's fine,
And he wobbles and he gobbles and he's absolutely mine.
He's the best pet, you can get yet, better than a dog or cat,
He's my Albuquerque turkey and I'm awfully proud of that.
And my Albuquerque turkey is so happy in his bed,
'Cause for our Thanksgiving dinner, we have egg foo yung instead.
For some reason this song just made me crack up. Oh my mom wants me to point out the wall behind me. You really can't see it to good in this picture, but I decided to draw a big picture on this wall. I used a black permanent marker :) My dad scrubbed and scrubbed but he could not get it off. So guess what? It just became my coloring wall for a while.