Yes, folks. That's what my son ate for dinner last night. As the rest of us partook of the traditional turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes and whatnot, Ethan whined and fussed, mashing his food together into an unrecognizable goo, clearly unable to understand that on this day of the year, you MUST eat these particular food items. It is practically law.
What do you know? Eighteen month olds don't really buy into the idea of laws. They're too zen. They just "are". And so, if a ham sandwich is what the boy wants, you know that's what the boy is going to get, Thanksgiving dinner or not.