Some people are good at clever things, at thinking up creative, witty, amusing ideas.
Like the Elf on the Shelf marketing dude who found a few hundred thousand of these leftover in an old Chinese warehouse and came up with this amazing marketing plan.
Like the parents who bought into it and now have little elves who have snow fights with the powedered sugar, bake cookies, decorate trees, and perform starlit Christmas pageants on the front lawn for invisible angels.
I have no such talents. I’m the mom who can’t even remember to put money under the pillow for the tooth fairy. In the early years we handled this by one parent consoling our sobbing, tooth fairy forsaken child while the other scrambled in the couch cushions for change and surreptitiously hid it in the pillow while pocketing the tooth, and then we’d say, “Honey, are you sure you checked thoroughly? Maybe you should check again?”
In the later years we didn’t have to do this because the older siblings had pity on their younger siblings for having such clueless parents, so they’d remind us, and, often as not, loan us the money.
In the late, late, later years, we’d just respond to the grinning, toothless child, “Hey, cool. Can I borrow a buck for the tooth fairy?”
I jest. But only about the late, late, later years.
So we could never, ever, ever, never have managed an elf on the shelf project.
I am good at making fun of things, though. My two favorite elf on the shelf things I’ve seen this year are:
And this facebook pic my daughter Pip posted: