The following day I looked out our back window to see these two shenanigans...
I asked them what they were doing. The conversation went something like this:
Mom: What are you doing?
Molly Grace: Catching tuwkeys (she has not yet mastered the "r" sound)!
Mom: With a jump rope?
Molly Grace: Well, we made it into ah, ah, ya know, one of those necklace things. It goes awound the tuwkey's neck.
Mom: Do you mean a lasso?
Molly Grace: Ya, a lasso! We ah gonna put it awound the tuwkeys's neck and catch it and put it in the fweezah for thanksgiving.
Mom: Ohhhh, but Grandpa D. always gets our turkeys from his work, remember?
Molly Grace: Well, tell Gwampa that WE ah gonna get the tuwkey this year, lots of tuwkeys, and have a feast!
Mom: Well, good luck.
After several minutes of trying to find turkeys, they came up with Plan B. They disappeared downstairs for a long while. When they came back up, they proudly presented their new turkey decoys. They had plans to strategically plant them around the back yard in the hopes of attracting all the neighborhood turkeys.
Molly Grace explained: Well, we changed ah minds, WE ah not gonna go catch the tuwkeys, THEY ah gonna come to US!
(That last one is rather scary looking, in my opinion)
For the record, no turkeys have come gobbling into our yard. Hmmmmm, I wonder what Plan C will be tomorrow??
