I was having a quick conversation with my sister Thanksgiving morning, discussing the subtleties of preparing a turkey dinner. At one point I mentioned that I would be bringing the turkey up to her house and we'd put it in the oven. As I talked my son suddenly began to...how can I describe it?...oh, yeah...he began to FREAK OUT!
He was screaming at the top of his lungs. After several frantic moments I was able to decipher "I DON'T WANT TO GO IN THE OVEN!!!!" over and over and over again. It was then that I realized my little boy, frequently referred to as a "turkey", overheard a conversation that might have been a little frightening.
