"There's no place like home for the holidays," the song sang. "It's more like, 'There's no place like not-at-home for the holidays to get a break from your home,'" Dorothy commented.
Again this year, we each named something we're thankful for every day during November. Dorothy's list follows!
Dorothy commented on Notre Dame's final score of 55-0 over Georgia Tech. "I like how when the other team doesn't score any points, it's called a wipeout."
We were reading a picture book about Sarah Hale, who lobbied to make Thanksgiving a national holiday. She wrote letters to presidents in the 1800s, when "skirts were long and hats were tall," as the book said. Dorothy added, "If I wrote this book and I wanted to tell when it happened, I would say that it was when pens were feathers."
I started singing Love Me Tender, and when Dorothy didn't recognize it, I told her it was by Elvis Presley. I pulled it up on YouTube to let her listen, and before she even saw the video, she complained, "Let me guess. This is in black and white."
Dorothy was playing with her feet. "Look, Mom," she said. "I have five toes, but only four slots."
You can see her ad hoc paper bow peeking out above her white clip.
