So the Elf on the Shelf has made this HUGE comeback. We got one a few years ago from my mother in law. Last year we had it out, the kids were 5, 3 and 3. They liked it - looked for him each day - but sometimes he didn't move. Maybe the story went, he went to the N. Pole, and came back, liked his place from the day before and went back to that same spot for a good view of the goings-on.
There was a radio host who was talking to parents about this. One came on & said she forgot to put the elf away on Christmas day, so she told her toddler (yes, toddler), that he was sticking around until they moved...in MARCH! So this lady went on to tell us all about how she had to move her elf every stinking day for 3 months after Christmas. And sometimes she'd wake in a panic because she didn't move it. Why didn't she just tell her child that the elf was sticking around for one more day & put it away then?
I'm not buying into stuff like this - rules are always broken. We are the parent...we get to make the rules. THIS, my friends, is how I stay on my tightrope. I'm just wondering what kind of anti-anxiety drug this woman is on that she couldn't break her own rule about an Elf on the Shelf.
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