10 Defining Moments of My Life (so far) — #3: Daddy issues

3.  I must have been about 7 or 8 when this happened.  When I couldn’t find my favourite stuff reindeer (that would also play Christmas carols and flash a red light on his nose at the same time), I naturally became very upset.  I sat by the “cold heater” (the ventilator in the house), sulking.  My dad walked by and I asked him if he might know where it had gone.  He informed me that he taken it from me, probably because he wanted me to grow up and live without it.  I got angry and even more upset, and he laughed.  After thinking about it, I offered him $10 for the safe return of my reindeer, to which he quickly agreed, and the exchange was made.  I hugged my stuffed white reindeer, grateful that he was back in my arms.