So there is this new trend out now...Elf on a Shelf. I am hoping and praying that none of the kids in Alexis's class pick up on this phenomenon, and that it fades away by the time Charlie starts school. Why you ask?
Well the short answer is that I am lazy as hell. I see all of these people posting pics of the cute things that their naughty elf does, and in the words of Sweet Brown, "Ain't no body got time for that." I mean, I guess I could succumb to societal pressures to be the perfect parent, but honestly having to figure out things for that elf to do would cut into my youtube video watching time. Plus, I would have to remember to move the damn thing every night and I am lucky I remember to put my shoes on in the morning. My hats off to the parents who do this for their children and have fun with it. I will make it up to my kids in other ways, I suppose. Like their knowledge on how to use a wine cork or how to beat that one level on Angry Birds...
Truly, though, the whole concept is a bit creepy. This naughty elf who stalks you and leaves little "presents" behind for you like some kind of demented spirit hell bent on fucking with your mind...I am truly starting to question the sanity of America. First Katy Perry sells a bajillion records, then this psychopathic elf who comes into your house and fucks things up? In the name of Christmas spirit? That is almost as demented as the concept of the Tooth Fairy. Sure, let's remove body parts and place them under our pillow to get cash. And we wonder where the concept of the black market for kidneys came from...but seriously, who the FUCK thinks of this shit?
(On a side note, conversations about the Tooth Fairy in our house usually go like this:
Charles: Alexis lost a tooth.
Me: Shit. Do you have a dollar?
Charles: No...I do have this Canadian dollar coin though.
Me: How you know when the Tooth Fairy hates you...you get a Canadian dollar.)
If I am going to get my children to behave, it is going to be through emotional manipulation and empty threats. Not some creepy toy that magically comes to life. I have my standards for how I am screwing my kids up. Not sure if they fall below or above Elf on the Shelf...I'll leave that for the general public to decide.