Nothing screams ‘good parenting’ and ‘Merry Christmas’ like using a tiny, stuffed elf to scare your kids straight. Not only does the little creeper watch them, but he moves – and only when they aren’t watching. He reminds me of those paintings in the Scooby Doo movies… you know, the ones where the eyes follow you.
He vexes parents around the globe, usually a few minutes after realizing everyone’s up and the elf hasn’t moved. Like this morning. The first morning Elfie was supposed to be in a new place. Um, fail. Somehow, in my Black Friday stupor, I’ve already forgotten about moving the elf. Why did I think this elf was a good idea again?
Why do I keep bringing the elf out? Really, it’s just to torture myself, and a few of you (you know, the ones who get creeped out by dolls in general). And it’s kind of fun to see what I can come up with for the elf to do.
Perhaps tonight the elf will swing from a wrecking ball?
Do you have an elf? What’s his name and what kind of crazy things does he do?