My two year-old, Luke, much like his father, likes gadgets. He loves cell phones, remote controls, barbecue tongs, and screwdrivers. He also likes to take things he’s not supposed to. Usually, when he makes off with his contraband, be it my lip gloss or my home phone or his sister’s digital camera, he heads straight for his room, where he can have thirty seconds alone to wreak havoc until I catch up with him.

His hiding place of choice is the corner behind his rocking chair. Perhaps Luke thinks that we can’t see him back there.

Annabel’s preschool curriculum units center around holiday celebrations. Having just finished studying the well-known Jewish holiday of Simchat Torah (and for you fellow Glee fans, I’m sure you’ll remember Puck’s reference), they’ve now moved on to the more secular holiday of Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday because it’s centered on two of my life’s passions: family togetherness and food. So, I’m excited that Annabel is learning about this American holiday in depth. In fact, she came home the other day, ready to re-tell the entire Thanksgiving tale to anyone who would listen…