Wally and I made handprint turkeys this year, but I really think that’s a craft for next year. At 3, he really didn’t seem to make any sort of connection between the handprint, a turkey, an upcoming holiday, and why on earth we were making turkeys in the first place. He kept calling it a chicken, too. And then he started getting mad at me when I’d draw on the beak, eye, and feet. That’s when I knew we were done.