Two Grown Men - No Can Handle Dead Birds

My hubby JT and his youngest brother D are pretty strong and big. They are tall and manly. I can totally count on them if anything bad were about to happen. I am 100% positive that they will protect me and my girls at all cost; EXCEPT they are the total weakest link during this wonderful festivities called Thanksgiving and Christmas.

They can not handle dead bird called Turkey nor Chicken. They are totally afraid of them. They can't look at it nor touch it. Curving the cooked bird is out of question. They are big boys age 43 and 30. So lame.

When they were little, their mother was preparing chicken in the kitchen for Christmas. They had never seen the whole object prior to the curving before; all four brothers were chasing each others and ran into the kitchen. There the oldest JT witnessed the butt naked dead chicken being massaged by Mom's hands with spices. It totally freaked him out and traumatized him. Ever since, he can't touch it. JT always says, "Those butt and legs look so real and raw. So just cut it into pieces and give them to me - I just don't need to picture what it used to be."

Now, brother D, he was fine until 4 years ago. We have an aunt named Auntie M - she is a charactor. She came and stayed in Florida during Thanksgiving 4 years ago. We're talking, drinking and eating when Auntie M said, "Oh my god, no one likes this part???" and started poking the Turkey butt on the table. She said, "I love the butt, it's so tastey.."

That's when brother D almost gag and ran to the bathroom. Seriously, he got sick. Now, after four years, we won't stop saying, "Oh we can't wait for the butt, it's so yummy~~"

D always cry and say, "Shut up! Don't ruin my Thanksgiving!!!" Honestly, he loses all his appetite when he thinks about the comment Auntie M made four years ago. He wants nothing to do with it. Therefore, the boys' stepdad has to curv everything, so it wouldn't resemble any type of birds. I swear to God.

To me, looking at the whole chicken or turkey on the dining table is the fun part. Not to be bruital, it just makes me feel like we're celebrating Holidays. But now because of these boys, we have to stare at neatly sliced turkey and chiken instead. Clearly boring.