Anyway, tonight the girls and I were backing out of the garage and saw 3 deer in our yard-- which is nothing new here in God's Country. The girls started talking about the deer and wondering if they had learned to fly yet... yada yada yada. For some reason that I cannot fathom, I had to butt into the conversation. Why couldn't I just listen but not speak?
Here is how it went:
Sophie: Look look look LOOOOOK! Deer! I think they might be Santa's reindeer.
Grace: There are 3 of them! Look, Mama! Aren't they pretty? Maybe they'll fly.
Me: No girls, those are just regular deer, not Santa's reindeer. They can't fly.
Sophie: How do you know?
Right here is where I should have just shut my mouth.
Me: Because Santa's reindeer are special. Not all deer can become Santa's reindeer.
Did I stop there? Nooooooo.
Me: You see, Santa breeds his own reindeer. Only certain types of reindeer can fly.
Then I started going into the attributes that Santa might want for his reindeer. Why? I DON'T KNOW! Obviously, I'm not a good liar, so why do I do these things?????.
Then one of the girls asked how Santa bred his reindeer, and the whole conversation went downhill from there.
Seriously. I have issues.
