Before they ate, they all joined hands and said a prayer to God, just as the Pilgrim's and Indian's did.
Ben ate everything on his plate. He left the pumpkin pie for last and didn't want to eat it. I told him that he should have just one taste, to which he declined. He relented and tasted it with a disgusted look on his face. Eyebrows shot up in utter surprise as he announced "I love pumpkin pie!" and polished off his plate.