Finsgiving

Daddy says he is busy with only a three-day Thanksgiving work week, but Momma says he’s just a big Turkey. So, I’m going to jump in and say a few words (because I only know a few words).

At daycare they said that Thanksgiving is the day when we remember everything we are thankful for. I know I’ve only been around a year or so, but I can think of plenty of things I am thankful for.

I am thankful for Elmo and Mickey and Pooh. I am thankful for my binky, even though I only get it at sleep time. I am thankful for juice and cheese and yogurt. I am thankful for all my toys and all my shoes. 

Yes, I am thankful for my shoes. I think Momma thinks that’s good and Daddy thinks that’s bad.

I am thankful that I can help my Momma with her cooking, even though I am just eating lots of goldfish crackers with a big stirring spoon. So, I am thankful for goldfish crackers and stirring spoons.

I am thankful that when I wake up in the morning my Momma or Daddy is there, smiling, waiting to give me a big hug. I am thankful for the little kisses they give me on my neck and for the little tickles they give me on my tummy. I am thankful for the clothes they put on me and the food on our table. I am thankful for Momma and Daddy.

And since Momma and Daddy are my parents, I guess I would have to say I am most thankful for my family. I am thankful for Grandma and Grandpa and Nana and Mama and Bompa! I am thankful for all my aunties and uncles and cousins. Because without my family there would be no Momma or Daddy or Finley! And that would be bad. Because no Finley means no shoes.

Did I mention I’m thankful for shoes?