“I don’t like this turkey,” Klara said, eyeing with disgust the beautiful bird I cooked. “I like the turkey I got at school.”

“And how was it different?”

“It was pink and square. It was very, very square, Mommy! I ate all of it!”

It’s all about the color and the shape with this child.

2 responses to “An Artist Eats”

  1. Pen Avatar

    Pink turkey? Maybe ham?

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    1. Clarissa Avatar

      It’s definitely something from the deli.

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