his is my first Thanksgiving. I got to sit next to Mama and watch all this great food being served, but The One with the Beard did not notice my pleas for food. He gave everyone else a plate and I watched soooo intently, hoping for a morsel, but no. Only Mama noticed how much I wanted the food. After all I spit out my paci and fussed. What more does a I guy need to do to get attention.
She let me taste Turkey. I have to say I'm still pondering the flavor. Definitely not like nursey or even fake nursey, and to be honest, that is all my palate currently has to go on. Why people need more than milk and a paci is a bit beyond me, but they seemed to have fun.
And on one got to throw dough on my head. A good day.