28 November 2009


Thanksgiving morning, Katrina went to school as usual. Although the Brits don't celebrate Thanksgiving, the school does a lot of cross-cultural activities. Katrina's teacher has family in the States, so her class puts on a Thanksgiving play every year. The kids chose whether they wished to be a Pilgrim or a Native American. Our girl was but one of the blonde-haired Indians.

Two kids read the Thanksgiving story, with long pauses for the rest of the class to pantomime the Native Americans teaching the Pilgrims to plant crops, for example.

The blonde braids totally make the costume.

We went to a friend's house for Thanksgiving dinner that evening. The food and company were great, but all Annika wanted to do was stalk their cat. Which would streak through the living room and then up the stairs. So we spent quality time going up and down and up and down and up and down the first five stairs.

OMG Stairs! Must go up stairs! CAT on stairs! EE-YOW! EE-Yow!

The gunk around her eye is the remains of mashed yams with marshmallows on top, which was quite a hit with her. But not as exciting as the cat.

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