So he ate his regular chicken nuggets and no corn and was plenty thankful. The class said a benediction over the food together:
We love bread.
We love butter.
But most of all...
We love each other!
So I was thankful for their secular adorableness as much as for spending lunch with my boy and for my double serving of yucky broken corn.
And then he declared real Thanksgiving over, now that we'd eaten together, and next week doesn't have to happen. So happy Thanksgiving, and if you have any trepidation about next week's festivities, I have in proclaimed that you do not have to partake.