Princess Turkey

My four year old was hard at work at her art station.

Sleeves rolled up and a whistlin’ while she worked, she was positively lost in her creative swirl.

I snuck a premature peek at the picture, but couldn’t make heads or tails. So, back to the scrubbing and sudsing in the kitchen I went.

Soon after, she presented her masterpiece to me, her familiar ear to ear grin pasted on her face.

“Wanna see?”

I got down to her eye level to meet her creation nose to nose.

The enormous bird was proudly sporting a full crop of widespread tail feathers colored pink, a fuchsia gobbler, and a lovely set of purple high heels.

I marveled at the details.

Rings sparkled from her feathery fingers. A diamond choker was clasped tightly around her gobbly neck. She held a lavender clutch. Her skinny legs stuck out from under her pink tutu. And a tiara teetered atop her tiny head.

Fashion at its finest.

“Princess turkey,” my little one explained.

“Simply delightful,” I affirmed.

I am always one to reward out-of-the-box thinking.

However, it did make me rethink that turkey sandwich.

Kinda gave me the guilts.