You can come home for Thanksgiving now; Dad's way better. He doesn't spin us around with paper bags over our heads claiming it's "just like Disneyland®" anymore.
Fred!
Good old Fred!
I thought the rest of the family forgot all about me when Dad sold me to the circus.
Not good old Fred, though.
You were always Dad’s favorite.
He used a paper bag with you and a plastic bag with me.
He said that way I could see the fireworks show.