Dead or Alive?

Thanksgiving day was awe- wait for it - some.
AWESOME. Well, it didn't feel so much like Thanksgiving really...not sure why, but any day with a huge feast of turkey, dressing, sweet potatoes, pumpkin pie, corn pudding, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce, and oh yes, family & friends, is an AWESOME day. We shared the day with some friends and filled our tummies to the max. And yes, Brandon was miserably full. (that was actually the last words he spoke to me before nodding off to sleep thursday night)
Before our feast could begin though, Brandon, Eden, and I went by a local hotel to pick up our turkey. They cook it for us every year. We pulled up to the front and Brandon jumped out of the taxi to run in and pick up the turkey. As Brandon was inside, I thought it would be a good opportunity to teach our taxi driver a little about Thanksgiving. I told him that it is traditional to eat turkey on thanksgiving and my husband had gone inside to get one. The driver turned around to me in the back seat and with wide eyes said, "Is the turkey dead or alive?!"
My chinese isn't quite up to par...I didn't understand his question at first.
He re-worded his question: "Does the turkey have life?" haha
And just then Brandon came out the doors of the hotel carrying our cooked turkey in a big sack. The driver said, "oh....dead!"
I should have told him, "Yeah buddy, you better pop the trunk...those things are crazy! Feathers...everywhere!"
But I wasn't thinking quick enough. We got a good laugh out of it though.

And then we ate our big, fat, dead, cooked Turkey. And it was gooooooo - wait for it - d.