I seem to have rubbed off on him...

While eating reheated turnips leftover from Thanksgiving...

The Boy: Hey, let me try a bite. (of course, I oblige) Hm... not too bad.
Me: These are from Thanksgiving... didn't you try them then?
The Boy: I think so... these taste different.

Probably 15 minutes pass; he's playing a video game and I was doing research so I wasn't paying attention to him, only to look over and notice 1/2 of the turnips are gone.

Me: Aw... I have a boy who loves the turnips as much as I do.
The Boy: Well yea... what'd you do to them?
Me: I just doctored them a bit. Little butter, little salt and pepper...
The Boy: Well obviously everything's better with more butter, salt and pepper.

And with those words, he has made me the happiest, most proudest southern-girl-dating-a-Yankee in all the world.

More to come on the Thanksgivingness later this evening...