Do you know why little kids are so much fun? We learn so much from them!

This is yesterday's "Chicken Soup for the Soul" email:

The Other Reindeer
By Carrie Powell-Davidson

     Taking the children to visit Santa has always been a highlight of the season but no visit was so memorable as the year the big guy presented each child with a pair of cardboard antlers.
     Delighted with their new headgear, my daughter, Courtney then age four and son, Colton, age one, raced frantically about the house pretending to be reindeer.  While I was busy with Christmas preparations, the two snuck into the kitchen and acquired some much-needed supplies.
     After an uncomfortable length of silence had passed, I put down what I was working on and turned to go check on my little hoofed ones.  As I turned, I was greeted by two beaming sets of big brown eyes and smiles as proud as you please.  My daughter had donned her treasured antlers and with the aid of a red, felt pen, had coloured the entire center of her face.
     "I'm Rudolph!" she announced with admiration for herself, little chest thrust forward.  Holding very tightly to her hand was my young son, also wearing his antlers but with a large crumpled-up piece of tin foil adhered to the center of his face.
     "That's nice," I said.  "And who is your little friend?"
     Courtney's regimental stance drooped as in with disgust by the mere mention of any confusion.  "Mommy!" she clarified, "He's Olive.  You know, Olive... The other reindeer!"