Shortly after arriving home from work last night, I went to my bedroom to change my clothes before cooking dinner. Christopher was perched on the bed watching TV. Since Halloween, he assumes that whenever I'm changing my clothes, I'm putting on a costume.
"Mommy, what are you going to be for Halloween?"
"Oh, sweetie, Halloween is over this year."
"OK. Mommy, what are you going to be tankful for this year?"
This is the first time he's asked me this question, but I know he's been learning about Thanksgiving at daycare. "Well, I'm thankful for your daddy and for you."
"Christopher, what are you thankful for?"
He thinks for a few moments while I step into the bathroom and pull on a t-shirt. "I'm tankful for lion."
"Yes. And I'm tankful for letters."
"Letters are good."
"I'm tankful for puzzles!" he exclaims, pointing to his set of wooden puzzles strewn about my bedroom floor. I step over the pieces to get to my dresser.
"Puzzles are nice things to have. Are you thankful for anything else?"
"Yes. I tankful for you," he points at me, then quickly continues, "And I'm tankful for blankets!" He grabs two handfuls of my comforter as I pull on a pair of warm sweatpants, fresh from the dryer. "And I'm tankful for stepladder!" He points at the item in question, a three-tier ladder currently pressed into service as my bedside table.
"Those are a lot of things to be thankful for."
"Yes. I'm tankful for all these things I can use!"
My mind is suddenly filled with an image of Steve Martin holding a lamp, a chair, and a paddleball game. "I'm very glad you are thankful for all those things, Christopher. Thank you for sharing them with me."
"You're welcome, Mommy! Oh--I'm tankful for TV!"
This time I laugh. "Yes, honey, I heard."
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