Both boys had a Thanksgiving program at their school this year. Joaquin had a Pow Wow complete with dancing and singing. The funniest part was after each class sang, the kids did their best Indian war cry, and EVERY time Camila grabbed my shirt and buried her head in my shoulder. You would think that after the first 3 or 4 songs she would know what was coming, but nope, each time was like the first time all over again. Thankfully she never actually cried, but I sure thought she was going to. At Marco’s school they had a feast at the end of the day, and a feast it was. It was like carb-central, with their plates filled with chex mix, a giant roll, popcorn, pumpkin pie and pretzels. Oh, and there was a bit of apple sauce on the side, but I don’t think many kids touched that.
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