Pranksgiving, Part 2
(I am about six years old. My adoptive father is very taciturn, with possibly the world’s best deadpan face.)
Me: *loudly to everyone at dinner* “Are babies really brought by storks?”
Dad: “Sometimes. You were brought here by a turkey vulture.”
Me: *sulks*
(To this day, I still tell my husband that I was brought to my family by turkey vultures.)
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