The Elf May Shove Some Dog Treats Down Her Pants
Have I ever mentioned that I hate the Elf?
I still hate the Elf.
I caved to the pressure of a certain 8 year-old a few weeks back, thereby making us the last house on earth to have the creepy creeper lurking all over. For the record, caving was the right thing to do. Alexis burst into the house after we returned from Thanksgiving desperately looking for the stupid thing. She was positively gleeful when she found it.
By the way, it was locked in a drawer when we got home. Something shiny had to be thrown at Alexis while it moved somewhere less locked up. Then she walked past it 5023523 times without seeing it, so it had to more somewhere more obvious while she was distracted. It was an absolute fiasco, but ZOMG SO HAPPY.
The happy has continued every single day, despite the fact that the Elf hasn't been an angel every day.
When the Elf in this house is bad, it's because the kid was bad. Apparently that's the story that's told amongst third graders in our area. I like that interpretation. I especially like that when our Elf has been bad, it has directed its mischief at the kid who caused the drama in the first place. Don't want your desk messed up? Maybe try telling your mom the truth all day. Tit for tat, n'at.
Whether the Elf has been on its best behavior or not, hunting for the little creeper has been Alexis' favorite part of the day every day. Which, that's interesting. Someone is maybe trying to make sure this Elf mess only lasts one year. That someone is maybe doing things like leaving the Elf on a shelf two inches from Alexis' face so that when she wakes up, THERE IT IS. STARING. LIKE A CREEPY JERK.
Alexis was joyful and happy that the Elf had watched her sleep.
For real.
Thus, someone is preparing to escalate the situation a bit. She's not sure how, but there has to be a way. It may involve framing Penny in a complicated Elf murder situation, but we shall see.
Monday, December 8, 2014
Reader Comments (5)
I hate the elf too! You are a great Mom for suffering through!
Our elf left this year for a new house...it was tragic.
what if the Elf conspires with the leprechauns?
"Tit for Tat, n'at." Perfection in four words. Love it!
I have yet to succumb to the pressure of the Elf...