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.
6 comments:
All I want to know is...did you need to use the word vagina in your discussion of how Santa breeds his special reindeer?
Absolutely NOT. You know I don't speak that word in front of my girls. Heck, we just progressed from "front butt" to "pee pee", and they're 7 years old. Maybe by the time they're in the 8th grade I'll be brave enough to say the word vagina in front of them. ;-)
LOL on your comments!!!! And so cute about the reindeer talk. I am also quite the talker so I have absolutley no friggin idea how I will keep myself from saying to much when Ruby starts asking questions about this or that.
You are funny, but contradicting yourself a bit.. why do some kids only get 1 present and yours more... Because you are kindhearted??? I thought the gift come from Santa, so what has that to do with kindhearted... or did you tell them at that point that you help pay Santa?? Then it is ok.
Breeding his own, with the stock he already has... isn't that called incest?? Hmm... another story to tell your children.. hahaha
Mireille- I didn't want my girls to think that Santa gave them more than other kids--- that's why I told them that we gave Santa money to help pay for the rest of their gifts.
love this comment thread haha giggling
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