I gave in to the Elf On A Shelf phenomenon. I know, I'm not sure what I was thinking, either! Perhaps it was because the little bastard was on sale, for over 1/2 off with free shipping. (Oh, that got you, too? It was at Barnesandnoble.com), or maybe it was because it seems like everyone else has those stupid little elves and my kids are feeing left out because I'm too lazy, or maybe it's just because that thing is just so damn creepy and cute at the same time and that makes me feel weird inside.
Seriously, look at that thing. How can something so evil looking make me want to tickle it's little tummy and kiss it's forehead? What is wrong with me?
So, if you look around the mommy blogs and especially Pinterest you'll see thousands of pictures of these evil looking little troublemakers perched around kitchens and living rooms. Our elf will not make messes. Our elf will probably be interesting for a few weeks then will be forgotten about until next year when I try, in vain, to create some goddamn holiday memories with my children by trying to convince them that an inanimate object that spies on them all day, comes to life at night, parties in our living room, journeys to the North Pole and back to tell an elderly creeper if they are nice or naughty so that he will break into our house and bring them presents in a couple of weeks... Good Lord, what have I done?
(If you don't hear from me before Christmas, it means the children and the Elf have joined forces. Send help!)
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