When I say "Turkey" I'm talking about the bird people eat, particularly at Christmas and Thanksgiving, not the guy pictured to the right who is my "uncle Jonsi." On Saturday Jonsi invited me, my mum and dad to his place to celebrate that most American of traditions, Thanksgiving. As you can see, Jonsi dressed for the occasion! The grown-ups ate Turkey and stuffing expertly cooked by Jonsi and sweet potatoes and other vegetables cooked by my mum. My mum ate a lot, as usual while Tryggvi just ate my finger, which made me cry. Dad was holding me a little too close to him. I thought he wanted to kiss my hand but he had other plans. I guess it was his way of showing who is boss.
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