Tonight at gymnastics each child got a little bag of oatmeal mixed with glitter - "reindeer dust" to sprinkle on the lawn for Dasher, Dancer, et. al. to eat when they stop on Christmas Eve.
Mary Grace must have misheard. "Look, Daddy! Reindeer guts!" she screamed.
She was delighted. Either she doesn't know what guts are, or we're raising a future doctor. As having a kid who becomes a doctor is my long-term health insurance plan, this is a Very Good Thing.