Thanksgiving is over but my stomach is still thanking Cooper for all the good food. The C-dog’s family came down from Olympia to witness Cooper’s first turkey.
A visual play by play of this amazing event:
This is Cooper after stuffing the cold bird…
Cooper putting the cold bird in the oven…
Cooper saying “I did it! I am making a turkey! Look ma! Look at me!”
Ta da! Turkey is done. That was fast.
Ohhh…a golden brown turkey stuffed to the brim…
Cooper carves…
Ali sets the table…wait a minute! Let me say that again, Ali sets the table that they have had to live without for 6 years!
Good job Cooper…do it again next year and I’ll just do the dishes again. Ha.
I hope your turkey day was filled with family, food, and fun.
Author: Ali Carras
At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change.
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