by Bonny Flesher
I truly believed dressing up as a turkey would be a piece of cake. Turns out I was wrong. The second I put on that turkey tutu and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my anxiety kicked in. I had to remind myself out loud, โItโs for the littlesโฆ itโs for the littles.โ
I didnโt even make it to my car before I realized I was already missing a drumstick. And a turkey only gets two! After checking in at the front desk, I took the long walk down the hall to Mrs. Hagarโs room at the very end. Thankfully, the kidsโ turkey artwork lining the walls knocked my nerves down a notch.
There were giggles along the way, but honestly, who wouldnโt laugh? My headband was flopping like it had a mind of its own, my tutu was swishing like I was leading a parade, and the turkey socksโฆ well, they were a whole situation by themselves.
The littles were thrilled. We talked about Thanksgiving food favorites and read a couple of turkey books. One of them was โThe Plump and Perky Turkey,โ which felt a little too relatable for how I was looking that day. After storytime, I finally relaxed โ right up until Mrs. Hagar announced weโd be dancing to the Turkey Hokey Pokey.
Yes, I know exactly what youโre thinking: I brought this on myself.
Thank goodness no photos were taken as the plump and perky turkey (me) put her right leg in and shook it all about. Did I mention I do this for the littles?
We wrapped up by sharing what weโre thankful for. I said I was thankful for the teachers and their helpersโฆ and for the complete lack of photographic evidence during the Hokey Pokey.
As I headed out, the littles kindly assured me I wouldnโt be going in the roasting pan. At that point, I just needed my Sonic drink, costume or not. And yes โ Iโm still missing a drumstick.
Wishing everyone a Happy Thanksgiving. And go aheadโฆ try the Hokey Pokey. Shake it all about.
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