Once upon a Thanksgiving, I had a healthy baby brother who is more white complected almost matching the hue of an uncooked turkey.
So, I notice my parents had something in the oven. It'll like just about as plump as my dear brother. In my bewilderment, I get my parents' attention indicating towards the oven.
"Paul?", I ask with a hint of fear in my voice. My parents won't ever let me live that one down. 🦃
No brothers were harmed in the making of this story