Wonderful cooking smells invaded every nook and cranny in the house. Something roasting, something boiling and sweet smells.
"Mama," Fabienne asked, "what's the special occasion?"
Mama said, "It's Thanksgiving."
"It's when the Pilgrims gave thanks to the Indians for helping them survive a harsh winter."
"Oh," said Fabienne, "what are Pilgrims?"
"They were people in the old times who settled what is now America. They landed on a rock."
"Oh," said Fabienne, "did they lose all their food when they landed on the rock?"
"Something like that," Mama replied, "Oh, look, dinner is ready! Let's go!"
"But, Mama," I don't know all about the Pilgrims and the rock and the Indians."
Mama smiled and said, "All you need to know for now, little Fabienne, is that there is yummy food in there and you are in here. Race you! One, two, three ... go!"
True story, Fabienne was the first to the table and ate the most turkey.