
We've given them 24 hours to tell people themselves, so I think that it is safe to post now...
What I did not expect was that Theodore, trained in China, was some sort of 9th Degree Grand Master Uber-Sensei of the No-Blink Technique. Carter started to wither.
After an epic battle, Theodore prevailed, Carter was beaten.

Post meal I asked Dad to go ahead and cut off all the rest of the meat from the turkey so we could have it ready for sandwiches or turkey chili or whatever and we could get rid of the carcass (save some skin and bones for soup) to keep the house from REALLY smelling like "smoked" at least a little. Well, after a few minutes, the sharp knife got the better of Dad's finger (thankfully just a nick), though it just would not stop bleeding. After being repeatedly told to keep pressure on it and keep it above his heart (his finger, not the turkey), he decided what was most important was the turkey. Call it persistence, stubbornness, or just plain being a little silly, he diligently continued to slice the turkey with the same sharp knife with one hand and the other hand held (more or less) above his heart. I guess I can see where I get it from, though I am still not sure what to call "it" (see above list).
