Smile that hurts
This is why Thanksgiving, or T-gives, is worth it. For photo ops like these featuring strapping Zoolander wannabees who have posters of Tom Cruise above their beds and a wonderful little girl named Joy, who was China born yet introduced into the Roman Empire of the 20-21st centuries by people with love in their hearts. Joy was truly that, living up to her name with colors that flew. A name more fitting could only have been "smile that hurts," because of her own and those she inflicted. Her smile was so big it almost ate other features on her face. The daughter of family friends who meet once a year
for the holiday of turkey slaughter, she was fiery for attention. Specifically for the attention of the Greenberg brothers. When I forgot/refused to watch Charlie Brown's Thanksgiving with her, I heard about it. "You didn't watch it with me!" she protested in a voice that carried a tone of seriousness that seemed to add a decade to her 5 years of age. I honestly did not know what to say, overwhelmed and overpowered by this tiny little person speaking like an adult. I elected to mumble "I'm sorry" through a mouthful of turkey-cranberry-mash-potato-stuffing and washed it down with a swig of beer. She then giggled and retorted with "You're too serious....why do you have so much hair?" Again not knowing what to say, I resorted to my solution for all people below the weight of 25lbs and swirled her around in the same fashion a chef would his uncooked pizza dough. Outbursts of giggles and glee ensued and shortly after we all (Z, Smeegs, Jeffrey, Joy and myself) watched the rest of the Colts-Falcons game in digestive peace. I am looking forward to next years Thanksgiving and listening to how high Joy can count in English, Spanish and Mandarin, the little genius. Chaucito folks.