KC and Lissa have a plethora of stuffed animals. They call them "their kids" and they are very very real to them. Certain kids like to go camping with them. Others are for sleeping with. And then there are others that have the most amazing adentures.
Reindeer is a stuffed puppet that my mom got them two or three Christmasses ago. This was the conersation last night as I braided Lissa's hair.
"Ooma, you won't believe what happened!"
"What happened Lissa?" responds clueless Mom.
"Reindeer had a car accident . . . AGAIN!"
"Oh really? That sounds bad. I didn't know she was old enough to drive."
I am sure there was an eye roll here that the braiding hair mom could not see.
"Well yes, she is 20 you know. And it is her third accident, can you believe it?"
"Hmmm, but driving is a big responsibility. Maybe she is not quite ready for it yet?"
"Oh, she's ready all right. It's just that she has these little hooves, you know. And they slip off the wheel when she is driving because she can't really hold it. I don't know what she's going to do know--I am NOT buying her another car!"
At this point it took all I had not to convulse in laughter. And interested readers will be happy to know that a dangerous reindeer is no longer crashing along the highways and byways. She has made a journey to the Arctic and enrolled in flying school!