Daily Inspiration Quote by Hank Ketcham

A kid’s logic, delivered with deadpan precision, turns Thanksgiving sentimentality into a miniature economics lesson: forget the turkey, hand over the bread it consumed. Hank Ketcham, best known for the clean-line suburban micro-dramas of Dennis the Menace, was a master of taking the sacred objects of mid-century American domestic life and puncturing them with a pin, not a spear. The joke lands because it’s not just about picky eating; it’s about value, traceability, and the uneasy knowledge that every “main course” comes with an invisible supply chain.

On the surface, it’s a gag about appetite and preference: the child has had enough meat, but wants the comforting, neutral starch. Underneath, it’s a sly reversal of the holiday’s moral script. Thanksgiving insists on gratitude for abundance; Ketcham’s line treats abundance like a ledger. The turkey becomes less a centerpiece than a conversion machine: bread in, turkey out. If you don’t like the output, demand the input. That’s funny because it’s the kind of literal thinking adults congratulate themselves for outgrowing, even as modern consumer culture rewards it: we want the “clean” origin story, the artisanal feed, the ethical upstream.

The phrasing does the heavy lifting. “No more” is polite, practiced restraint; “but I’d like some more” is pure entitlement with manners. The punchline isn’t cruelty toward the turkey so much as a child’s unfiltered refusal to romanticize what the table is asking them to celebrate. It’s domestic comedy that quietly undercuts the myth of wholesome simplicity by pointing straight at what’s been eaten to make eating possible.