"Momma?"
"Yes darling."
"When are we going to tell Sam?"
"Tell Sam what?"
"That it's not the momma bird."
"Just give him time darling. He will eventually go to sleep."
"But he's got the turkey on the floor and still hugging it."
"Well, it's just temporary. We can take it from him then."
"But the turkey will be all dirty and slobbery."
"We can clean the turkey hon. Just let Sam have his time holding on to it."
"But it's not right. He's going to come looking for it."
"It will be in the oven by then. He won't be the wiser."
"But momma; he's going to think I took it."
"Now why would he think that?"
"Because I'm me, and he knows me. I would take it."
"Now Asher, your brother would not think so low of you."
"Momma; Sam knows me better than you. He's going to come after me."
"Asher, you're being paranoid."
"I am not. What is para………para……..
"It means your driving yourself crazy."
"Oh."
"Well, I'm not. You don't know him momma. Sam has a mean streak and won't let up on me."
"Now Asher, your older, outsmart him. You know how mommy taught you."
"You mean when you tricked daddy into going shopping instead of you."
"Yep."
"Oh."
"Oh brother."
"What?"
"He's singing to it now momma. I think he's putting the turkey to bed."
"Seeeee, as soon as he's asleep; well sneak the turkey away."
"I'm telling ya momma. He's going to be mad."
"Oh darling, he'll get over it. He'll forget all about that old momma bird and play with his other toys."
"Right, and he'll pick up his toy bat and beat us until we come clean."
"Come clean darling? You've been around Aunt Sam too much."
"Nope, Uncle Jack."
"Uh huh; well darling; let's let him go to sleep and then we'll snatch the bird."
"I do love the way you plan momma."
TBC