Today a student asked about my tattoo, and when I explained it was my husband and I riding the mythical jackalope, she answered ok, except that jackalopes aren’t mythical, they’re real. I felt like the grinch explaining that they are, in fact, not. But who am I to be a cynic? In one of those funny loops of events, Molly has just texted to let me know how hilarious all the Minnesotans are finding it that I was well into my twenties before learning that reindeer are real. I had confidently explained to Drew that, should we get closer to the deer pen at Santa’s Village, he would see that the antlers were just strapped on. Turns out only the flying part is make believe.
I’m still pretty sure about the jackalopes, though.