My kids were grown before “Elf on the Shelf” antics became popular. What fun I would have had if the little scamps had been around in those days!
It just so happened I got a chance to be in on the fun this year since I had been called to babysit grandchildren for a week during the Elf season. I was made aware of all the rules and regulations of the Elf bylaws and was told not to get let Krispin get into crazy outlandish predicaments. She did not want to have to keep up the crazy act when she returned home. Then she turned the little devil over to us.
Little did I know I was going to be sick for this adventure and by 8:30 pm every evening I was ready to just close my eyes and sleep. Six am came way too early!
Krispin was going to have to work some magic of his own – or have someone else step in on the fun. Luckily, the daughter, who came to help babysit, filled in, grumbling all the way. Her kids also missed this magic. She wasn’t impressed.
I’m sure you all understand how hard it is to try to keep your eyes open while little ones are supposed to be shutting theirs. With lots of luck and determination the kids “found” Krispin in perilous situations every morning.
The first night Krispin decided he would go fishing for the goldfish. Jessie told us we didn’t have to feed them. They had already lived past their expiration date and should have kicked the bucket months ago.
I’ll tell you now, this is the only picture we got of this little fella!
After the first night we just went through the motions.
He was found – usually by Ethan – every morning before school, in sometimes dangerous dilemma’s.
There were a few pluses to the Elf trade. Once he was dangling by his feet that were caught under the lid of the piano keys. No piano practice all day.
He showed up plastered against the inside of the dryer door. That was our day of no laundry.
Our imaginations and spirits were waning by this time. He was found perched on the newel post at the top of the stairs waiting to pounce like a cat on the least suspecting victim.
And last, but not least, he was stretched out on the shelf above the coat hooks watching for any suspicious activities going on during the day.
I will say, I’ve had my fun of Elf tricks. It can get old. Where have you found your resident elf?