Thanksgiving Spirit?

Trevor has been finicky lately. I'm actually a little concerned. He won't eat things that he thinks he'll choke on. He choked once on a piece of candy, and he wants to avoid the experience all together going forward. He also won't eat things he doesn't like. So, if we eat at home, he'll eat tacos, and that's about it. I've been making these fabulous new meatballs, and forget about it. He won't eat them.

So, he was picking at dinner tonight, like he's been doing for the last few months, and he was talking about how he really likes honey on his rice. The sauce over the beef and vegetables had a little honey in it, so I asked if he wanted more sauce. He didn't really answer. So, I asked if he wanted a little honey on his rice. Still, he didn't really give me a clear answer. So, I asked if I could do anything at all to make his dinner better.

"Well, I'd like a turkey leg," he deadpanned. Except he didn't know he was deadpanning. He just really wanted a turkey leg.