DD came home singing a song about "Indian Brothers" and how they helped the Pilgrims. Nice enough as far as mythology goes. It got so annoying after 50 repetitions that I told her what happened after that loverly first thanksgiving, how the Puritans made a lie of that friendship, killed as many of the indians as they could, and celebrated other thanksgiving days when they succeeded.

Back then they declared days of thanksgiving after particular events, one of which was a massacre of the local NA.

It'll be interesting to see how she takes the common lessons next year, what she remembers.