Yesterday was the best Thanksgiving Day ever. But it didn't start out that way.
In the morning I figured I'd have nothing to be thankful for. Not when my mom announced at breakfast that she was appointing me "MAN in charge" of the kids' room for Thanksgiving dinner. Uh-oh. I didn't like the sound of that, not at all. "If I'm a man, why are you sticking me in the kids' room?" I asked. "I'm twelve years old, almost a teenager. Why should I be stuck with a bunch of little kids?"