A Family Portrait

We were painting the other day and Jude was doing his usual painting of faces that he does lately. When he was finished, he proudly presented his work and pointed to each face, naming our family members one by one.

"That's me...and that's Dadda." (Interesting that Jude is so much bigger than Dadda and bigger than anyone in the painting, for that matter...)  "Great job, Jude."

"There's you, Momma."  "I see. Very nice, Jude."

"And that's Ruby there."  "Oh, that was great that you didn't forget Ruby."

"And there's the turkey." (Without a moment of hesitation, as if it was perfectly normal for him to include the turkey, not our dog, Maggie, in our family portrait. A turkey that has never before been mentioned.)

"Turkey? Why is there a turkey in the picture, Jude?"

"Because I want a turkey for a pet."   (In a tone like, "of course I want a turkey, didn't you know?")

Great. I'm not even going there right now.

So, there you have it. Our family tree apparently includes a turkey.