One Way To Be Politically Correct

When I arrived The Rooster was wearing a hand painted, paper and pipe cleaner pilgrim bonnet.

[The latest in haute pilgrim!]

While the girls wore bonnets, the boys in Rooster's class donned tall, stiff pilgrim hats made from black and white paper with exaggerated front buckles.

The Rooster led me to my seat at the daycare Thanksgiving lunch.

At my seat a brown paper turkey placeholder said "Guest of The Mayor and The Rooster."

The Mayor was already seated.

The Mayor and all his classmates wore headdresses, brown construction paper bands with three different colored paper feathers stapled to the back.

I assumed I was dining with a band of tiny pilgrims and a slightly taller group of Native Americans.

"Do you like my hat?" Rooster asked.

"I do!" I told her. "You make a great pilgrim."

Not wanting to be left out, The Mayor said,

"Do you like my hat too?"

"I do!" I said. "Are you a Native American?"

The Mayor rolled his eyes.

"No, Mom. I'm a turkey butt!"

Ah, yes.

I guess I knew that.