A three-year-old child whom I babysit on occasion and play with for several hours weekly at my shift at the preschool said the darndest thing the other night. According to his mother, at their Thanksgiving dinner, she was attempting to explain to him the meaning of the holiday.
"I'm thankful for you and Poppa," she offered, "what are you thankful for?"
"Evelina," he answered. She said he proceeded to name some delicacies such as pizza. But my name came first.
And I can now die happy.
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