I am reading Igraine the Brave, by Cornelia Funke, to Kaes during breakfast. Igraine's parents and older brother are all magicians, but Igraine wants to be a knight. Her birthday is coming and her parents and brother are locked up in their tower, magically making her present. Early, early on her birthday, her brother wakes her up and tells her to come to the tower, where she finds that her parents have accidentally turned themselves into (talking) pigs and cannot turn themselves back because they are missing one of the magic ingredients.
That's pretty much where we finished reading the other day. I asked Kaes if she would like it if we (Mom and Dad) were pigs. She looked at me with horror and said "No! It would be so hard. I like pigs for breakfast. I like bacon. But I would convince myself not to eat you."
I feel like the one pardoned turkey on Thanksgiving.
