When Santa came to visit a week or so back, one thing he brought was some reindeer food for us to sprinkle on the lawn so the reindeer would know to stop at our house. So, this morning Logan (half dressed/half still in pajama's) headed out to the front lawn to do some sprinkling. It was very cute watching him try to make sure the entire lawn was covered. And as we're talking about reindeer, he says to me, "Momma, but why are they called "rein"deer? They don't love the rain." And I said, "That's a good point babe. I'm not sure why they are called reindeer." So he replies with, "Well, I'm gonna call them 'snowdeer'." Great idea Logan. It absolutely makes more sense. :o) I love the mind of a 5 year old. Life is good when you're feeding "snowdeer."
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