The scene: sitting on the couch with Greyson watching Diego. Something about a baby reindeer, to be honest I’m not really into it and have zoned out.
Greyson: I don’t like reindeer.
Me: How would Santa fly his sleigh without reindeer?
Greyson: Santa can’t fly a sleigh.
Hmmmmm…I’ll ignore the obvious answer to this statement and take the bait.
Me: Why can’t Santa fly a sleigh?
Greyson: Because he’s not a good driver.
Let’s see…driving a sleigh led by woodland creatures at night, in the dead of winter, landing on people’s roofs, breaking and entering while the owners asleep. Point for Greyson, Santa probably isn’t in the right state of mind to be driving.
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