Me, to Ella Grace, who's holding scissors and strips of white felt: "Hi, Ell. Whatcha doin'?"
Ella: "Oh. I'm disguising this turkey."
Me: "A turkey?"
Ella: "Yeah. As a ballerina. So he won't get eaten for Thanksgiving."
It's a lovely turkey.
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