Cowboy is seven-and-a-half now, and I have been fully expecting any day to hear those dreaded words, "Dad, I know there's no such thing as Santa Claus." But after overhearing the deep, spirited theological debate raging in the backseat on the way to school this morning, I'm guessing I have nothing to worry about for a while yet.
Cowboy started the discussion with a simple question. "How come Chet isn't in the songs like Rudolph and Comet and all?"
Of course, it took me a minute to remember that Chet is the still-wet-behind-the-ears, doesn't-have-his-flying-permit-yet young reindeer from the Santa Clause 2 movie. By then, big sister Cat had already come back with, "He's not real, that was just a movie. Just like the grown-up man Tooth Fairy and Mother Nature weren't real."
"Yeah, but those were just actors. Chet's a real reindeer, not somebody just dressed up in a reindeer costume!"
That's my Cowboy, quick on his feet. Even when he's sitting!