In an attempt to embrace my new culture, I asked Anna what Thanksgiving was all about.
"Well Momma, it actually began in England"
Really? I thought - this is going to be good.
"Well, they had a new King but he was bad and wouldn't let them have their own rules so the pilgrims" - pause for enormity of knowledge of new word to sink in - "they decided to find America. A lot of them got sick on the boat and only a few people made it. When they got here they wrote on a rock, so that they would know how to get back to their King, except they probably didn't want to because he was not good. Anyway they didn't know how to plant and they had no houses so they asked the Indians who got here a bit before them." Exhausted sigh. "Can I watch Dinosaur Train now?"
Me: "But why do we have Thanksgiving Dinner?"
Anna: "I don't know. That was just the First Thanksgiving but it has nothing to do with our Thanksgiving".
Or, we can listen to the Eddie Izzard version, which is definitely my preferred Thanksgiving story: