One of the lines in my kids’ favorite Tom Petty song, American Dream Plan B, includes the aside: “I can’t dance for shit.” This morning, in my 6 year-old daughter’s energetic rendition, every line in the song ended with that word. For those scoring at home, that adds up to about 40 expletives before 7am. From Slate: What to do when your kid starts swearing. (My advice: Just sing along.)

+ Pilgrims did not wear buckled hats. That’s just one of the little known facts about Thanksgiving.

+ If you want to truly understand the history of Thanksgiving, you have to understand celery.

+ Will people stand in line for hours in their underwear just to get some free stuff? (Spoiler Alert: Of friggin course.)