This is my uncle Reed. He's my reindeer. You see, although I may come across rather loquacious, my motor skills are still in their infancy and so I require arranged transportation. This is where Reed came in. Over Christmas I was always tucked under his arm (while drooling on it) and being toted around the house. Wherever he was, I wanted to be. And since it was Christmas, and I played the part of Santa Clause, I decided to call him my devoted reindeer. Isn't he handsome? You should see him with spit-up gooing down his shirt. That's my way of marking my territory so no other babies come and take my things.
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