Tonight a pizza delivery guy came to the door and rang the door bell twice before he realized he was at the wrong address. I opened the door as he was walking away and he apologized.
As Charlie was going to sleep he told me that the delivery man was called “turkey”. Since we only speak in French with each other I corrected him and said, oh you mean “dinde”. He said no, his name was turkey because Mom knew his name and called him turkey.
When I asked Eileen she mentioned that he didn’t close the gate behind him and so she called him turkey. Charlie picked that up litteraly and thought, cool, that’s a neat name.
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