Conversation I had in the dead of night last night:
Me: I don't get what happens when the President pardons the turkey. "So, you're pardoned, but we're going to eat you now"?
Husband: No, they don't eat that one.
Me: So where does the turkey go after that? Does it just live at the White House? Also, pardoning it implies that it's done something wrong.
Husband: They bring the best turkey they can find in from somewhere and the President goes, "You're such a great turkey we're going to pardon you." I think Roosevelt started it or something and now all of them have to do it.
Me: Huh.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Extra special thanks to my friends and family. I feel incredibly blessed to have you in my life.
I agree with your line of thinking, Sarah. What has the turkey done wrong? What?!
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