On my way to work (and to the kids' daycare) we pass a house with an old-style display of Santa and his reindeer on the porch roof. You know, those molded plastic decorations with the light inside? Classic. Yesterday, I happened to look more closely at the display and realized that something was wrong. My caffeine-deprived brain finally saw the problem.
It appeared that the homeowner had somehow mistaken eight tiny with eighteen. Yes, there were eighteen reindeer (plus Rudolph!) up on that roof.
This morning on the way to work, when Mr. Moo saw the display he started yelling, "Santa--you have too many deers! Send some of them home, Santa. You have too many deers!" I about died laughing.