EIEI- O brother!

Let's start by setting the scene: on a rainy day, Fiona invited a friend over to play, everybody had just eaten lunch, Nora was fast asleep upstairs and the two older girls were happily playing in the other room as I began to sweep up the Nora Luncheon Aftermath. The kids started by building a fire engine with Duplo blocks, but were put off of the project when their very tall ladder kept falling over and hitting them in their faces. They moved on to the farm set.

All seemed to be right in the world until I heard Fiona say, "OK, now we need to make this turkey be on fire." HUH?!? Her little farmer friend demurred, but Fiona was undaunted.

"Yes, it has to be on fire so then it can be dead. After it's dead we can get the meat out of it that turkeys are made of. And then we can cook it. What should we make?"

Understandably enough, her friend was clearly not ready to make the leap from plastic feathered turkey to turkey tetrazzini. She worriedly continued saying variations on the theme of, "No, that turkey is not on fire."

But Fiona was ready to do some cooking. I intervened just long enough to gently steer Fiona toward her basket of cookware so she could cook something which did not appear to still be alive, while simultaneously keeping her young guest from bolting. Vegetarianism. Hmmmm...