"Mommy?"
"Yes Bud."
"I need you to do something for me."
"OK ..."
"You need to make a chicken leg for Thanksgiving. We can't eat turkey. The turkey is my friend. We don't eat our friends."
The friend in question is a blow up turkey they have in the lobby at daycare; he has to give it a hug every time he walks by. I explained that we weren't going to have that particular turkey on Thanksgiving, but I'm not sure he is convinced.
Next I'm sure he'll want to boycott mashed potatoes since Mr. Potato head is also a close personal friend.
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