Now that I am back from Mississippi, I have a few minutes to post the rest of the Non-Traditional Thanksgiving drawings.
Here’s one from Diego, whose alternate Thanksgiving, according to his mom, “was watching football with the ghost of Frank Zappa and Jimi Hendrix on the top of the Empire State building. Then he had dinner with the South Park kids at McDonalds.”
All I can say is, Diego really knows how to have a good time.
Next up is Garcia. Here’s the story of his alternative Thanksgiving, as told by his mom:
On Thanksgiving Garcia and Diego went into the woods. With them is Isa, the cat, who set the table. She cut all the leaves off the tress. She collected apples and made chairs out of broken bricks. The table is made from pine cones. Isa made many cat friends and played with them. Two girls, Emma and Lila, showed up. Lila stepped on Medusa’s head. Emma was jumping on the food causing the food to jump. Jack was gathering leaves because Isa was tired and hungry. Graham climbed a tree to help Jack. Four moons were out in the sky. Diego held a lantern. Atop a tree, Garcia held a lantern. Grandma looked in Medusa’s eyes and turned to stone. The TV was turned to a football game.
All I can say is, my Thanksgiving wasn’t nearly that exciting, and I think I’m glad it wasn’t!
Here’s a drawing from Tyler, and a note from his mom:
If Tyler weren’t with his family on Thanksgiving, he would be in a house taking a nap with two cats in the sun.
As fun as it must be to wrangle with Medusa and turn to stone on thanksgiving, I’m thinking a nap in the sun is more my speed.
As for Spencer, “if he weren’t with his family on Thanksgiving, he would be eating a feast with his nine closest friends. The feast would include turkey, pizza, Japanese salad, broccoli, green beans, an all-flavored cake, and chocolate covered strawberries, mangos, dried mangos, and grapes.”
I like how Spencer thinks. Clearly, he holds food in high esteem. And I love that he makes the distinction between mangoes and dried mangoes, and that his feast would include both. And what in the word is an “all-flavored cake”? Does that mean it tastes like everything in the world? Burritos, sushi, and hamburgers all in one? I must have a piece!
As for Robbi,
“I would have my Thanksgiving dinner with my friend Mr. Turkey. We would sit across from each other at the table and because he has so much trouble eating with a fork and knife, he would jump up on the table and scrabble at his food with his big turkey feet. He would spend the ENTIRE dinner telling me how much tastier broccoli is than turkey in his frantic gobbley voice. When dinner was over, there would be scratched up pumpkin pies and cornbread all over the table. We would go for a walk after dinner and he would run and then walk and then run again really fast and then walk and then run again and then walk and then run again like turkeys do. When Mr. Turkey left, I would be secretly relieved, but probably not as relieved as Mr. Turkey that Thanksgiving was actually over. His relaxed stride as he walks down my driveway to get in his Gobble-mobile would make the whole twitchy dinner worth it. He can be such a turkey, that Mr. Turkey!”
Mr. Turkey might have made it through Robbi’s thanksgiving intact, but I think he has to be careful next year. It stands to reason that he might play a role in Spencer’s “all-flavored cake.” Clearly Mr. T urkey is a subset of “all.”
I’m just saying…
Happy Non-Traditional Thanksgiving, everyone! Thanks to everyone who shared their drawings with us.