We were sitting around the dinner table a couple of nights ago, laughing about my husband's redneck version of the song "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer." He sings "Billy Bob the Buck-Toothed Reindeer" instead and it always makes the boys crack up, and I admittedly find it rather amusing too. Yeah, okay, so it doesn't take much to entertain us. We're low maintenance and can totally make our own fun.
Talk turned to Santa's reindeer, and we began naming them, one by one. Our youngest son piped up and said, "What about Dixon?"
We all looked at one another, very confused, and I asked, "Who's Dixon?"
Little man said, "One of Santa's reindeer."
Giggles soon turned into howls of laughter as it dawned on us that he's talking about "Vixen," and had apparently thought "Dixon" was the reindeer's name for all 9 years of his life. What an epiphany for the little man!
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