“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.
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Pink turkey? Maybe ham?
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It’s definitely something from the deli.
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