Thanksgiving started just like any other. My dad got me up and said to me "Freya you need to go and get your brother. Ok?" I said "ok dad." When I got into his room he was standing up and screaming. I tried to calm him down but he wouldn't calm down. Then I realized that he probably wanted his mommy so I ran down to my stepmom and gave him to her. she tried everything but he just wouldn't calm down. finally he calmed down after getting a bottle of warm milk. We then realized that we forgot to heat up the bottle of milk so that's why he wouldn't calm down. So that was a thrilling morning. So other than that Thanksgiving Started just like any other, cooking, baking, normal.
So when We make our Turkey we baste it overnight and then we cook the turkey, so we had just put the turkey in the oven. At this point, we thought that we had more than enough to feed all seven of us but then it got kinda hectic. the rest of my family came over and none of us knew that any of this was going to be happening. So there were 6 more mouths to feed, so all of us got into the kitchen to start cooking and baking.
As soon as I sat down I thought "mph it looks kinda empty on the table." but I just brushed it off and started to chow down on the food and that's when I realized that I couldn't find the turkey. I asked "dad can you go get some turkey for me?" he said"No it's still in the oven" I jumped up and ran to get it out of the oven. I put some oven mitts on to protect my skin, obviously safety first. I got the turkey out. my dad then yelled at me, "IT'S STILL COOKING FREYA!!" I looked down and asked him, "Is it supposed to be burnt?" after arguing for ten minutes he finally apologized, "Sorry Freya I didn't think that it was done cooking yet." it was fine. after that we all joked about it all day saying things like "would you like some turkey with that burnt spot." I just laughed it off.