First and foremost...MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! Our family has adopted "The Elf on the Shelf" tradition. For those who don't know what it is, it is a book that explains how it is the Santa comes to know if the kids are good or naughty. He has helper elves such as the elf you see above. The book explains that each family is assigned a helper elf who likes to hide around the house and observe and then, at night, he or she travels back to the North Pole to inform Santa of the children's behavior. The elf then finds a new hiding place.
Nothing like a Christmas tradition to teach your kids lessons such as 1) how to tattle, 2) how to always watch over your shoulder in paranoia and 3) how to behave only when being watched! HAHA! The fun part is that you get to name your elf and register it on Santa's website. Santa then sends an email to your child by name and every morning the child wakes up to eagerly discover where that nuisance of an elf is hiding today!
In an effort to strike up the season, I helped The Lou look for Elfreth (that's our elf on a shelf) the first time and reminded her of the reason why Elfreth is in our home. The following conversation took place:
Daddy: "Lou, Where is Elfreth?"
The Lou: *looks around until she spots him* "Right there!"
Daddy: "Remember, Elfreth is here to watch you and to report to Santa how you are behaving."
The Lou: "How does he do that?" *looking perplexed*
Daddy: "Every night Elfreth travels back to the North Pole to tell Santa."
The Lou: *speaking matter of factly and as if I am being silly* "Uh...Daddy...It's just a toy."
She is already getting older! Her reasoning and logic skills are definitely in tact and in motion. It made me sad to realize, but also proud that she is bright. I expressed those exact sentiments to her that night and the next morning, as if to appease me, the first thing she asked was,
The Lou: "Daddy, where is Elfreth hiding today?! Let's find him!"
All is right in the world again.
1 comment:
She told me excitedly that Elfreth was in your house again.....but quickly reminded me he was just a toy too. Like the popcorn popping on the apricot tree is really flowers.....you're so silly grandma!
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