Have you heard of the Elf on the Shelf? I never had up until about two weeks ago.The Elf, one of Santa's helpers, makes his appearance in your home before the holidays. His sole responsibility is to report to Santa to let him know if the children of the household are worthy of the Nice List or not.
WOW!
I need me one of those! You'd think that the Schmitty Kids would be perfect angels before the arrival of the jolly old soul. But the closer we seem to get to Christmas, the more they seem to be begging for coal in their stockings.
I keep telling them that Santa is going to fly on by our house....laughing all the way!
Hey!
So, out I went to search for this Elf. I figured, I've tried everything else, what did I have to lose? I was desperate people. Desperate, I say!
I guess my kids are not the only ones with behavioral issues lately. The Elf on the Shelf was no where to be found. Sold out here, sold out there, sold out everywhere!
Dang.
But then I got to thinking. A sweet, little Elf, could he deter my strong willed brood from wreaking havoc?
BWAAHHHAHHHAA!
I told Mr. Schmitty that a light bulb had been flipped on in my evil mind. I've explained, in the past, about my children's fear of the dark and most anything scary, right?
"I couldn't find an Elf," I told my husband. "But I think I've come up with a more effective solution!"
"Oh yea?" He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
He knows me too well.
"Yes, all I need to do is put on a Freddy Kruger costume and tell them, "Behave, or I'll be back!"blink. blink.
"Oh come on!" I said, "You KNOW that would work!"
He's no fun.
