Elfin Magic

Last Sunday morning an elf appeared in our house. MRA named him Jacques.

In case you are not familiar with the Elf On a Shelf concept, he returns every night to the North Pole to report to Santa how the bambinos have behaved and then magically flies back to our house and perches in a new spot every morning.

Jacques has not done anything mischievous, yet, but he did bring breakfast with him the day he appeared - snowballs and reindeer kisses. A child's dream breakfast, a parents nightmare, especially when that elf put the snowballs in a glass jar not suspecting that MRA would want to devour about 100 of them. And whilst reaching for said glass jar would drop it, sending shards of cheap but terrifically sharp shards of glass across the tile floor, thus bringing a prompt end to the first annual North Pole Breakfast and the beginning cleaning up the floors.

We are really hoping that we can use Jacques to bribe  encourage some better behaviour in a couple of areas that have been a struggle lately, like getting out of bed at 5:30 a.m. (or earlier), coming into our room, uncovering me and saying (very sweetly might I add), "Mama, up. Mama up."

Of course, if there is no immediate response the sweetness goes out the window and turns into a full volume scream,  "MAMA UUUUUUUPPPP."

Hopefully, Jacques can assist. If not, I might just say eff the elf and start drinking from the bottle.

Merry Elfin Christmas!