I gave them the spark notes version of the history of Thanksgiving, and they were excited to make cute little turkeys out of their handprints.
And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't missing my family today. Not only because everyone (including my grandmother, Muir!) is in Nashville except for me, but because Thanksgiving is one of my favorite days of the year to be a Nashvillian, mostly due to the annual Boulevard Bolt, which is a fun race the morning of Thanksgiving. The Carroll family takes the Bolt seriously, running all five miles decked out in costume every year. Here's a picture from last time, and I know my family rocked it today as elves and reindeer.