Alexis is obviously standing at the intersection of Big Kid Street and Little Kid Lane, looking down both streets and unsure which direction she should walk. Right now she's leaning toward Little Kid Lane, I think because it makes the holidays so much more magical.
Man, that kid wants to believe SO badly.
I mentioned that the elf made an appearance at our house, despite the fact that I think it more closely resembles kindling than a good idea. Alexis finds it to be the most fun ever, though, so I persevere. I might be the meanest person ever, but I can play along for the sake of a kid.
Somewhere along the line, Alexis couldn't figure out where her elf Britney was hidden. It was, in my opinion, in plain site, but she spent two days trying to locate her little buddy Britney. The first day, Alexis asked me if I knew where it was. I don't lie about harmless things like that, but I will respond with a question when asked a question I don't want to answer. So, when Alexis asked me if I knew where her elf was hiding, I replied, "Why are you asking me?"
Her answer was ... something.
"You're the one who moves it," she said.
Once I was done glaring a hole in the wall, the conversation continued and Alexis explained that she had read on the internet that it was parents who hide the elf. I neither confirmed nor denied the validity of her research. Rather, I asked if she believes everything she reads online.
The very next day, I caught the little non-believer writing a letter to Santa asking for help in locating her elf. Alexis wrote the letter on her laptop and emailed it to some email address she found on the Elf on the Shelf's website.
Not to me.
In fact, she didn't show me or tell me about the email. I happened to see it as I was walking past the Big/Little Kid as she sat at her desk. I didn't manage to read all of it, but the words I caught were definitely directly at the big guy with the white beard who has magical powers.
The next morning the elf was relocated to a more obvious position. Upon discovering Britney, Alexis squealed with delight, took a photo, and quickly ran to me so she could share its location. She was genuinely excited to tell me something I didn't know.
She really isn't sure which way to go at that intersection, but I'm kind of enjoying these last few moments of her considering Little Kid Lane.