Noah came home from school last week and all he could talk about
is the Elves that apparently everyone had living at their house
keeping an eye on all of the kids and reporting back to Santa.
I knew the story he was talking about, but honestly thought he was a little to old
to be wanting an elf at our house.
Well, I thought wrong, and I had to spend Saturday finding an Elf to live at our house.
Every night in the middle of the night, the Elf moves to a new spot
so it can spy on Noah and report back to Santa.
Every morning, Noah looks high and low for the Elf, which he named Bernie.
It actually has been kind of fun having the Elf in the house
and I have noticed that Noah is trying really hard to be good,
so that Bernie can give good reports to Santa.
This morning was kind of funny though.
Bernie was sitting up on the lamp hanging above the kitchen table,
I thought it was a pretty clever place for Bernie to be,
kind of swinging there on the light.
Noah though, was only concerned with how uncomfortable that
might be for Bernie sitting there with that metal piece
between his legs!
Only a boy would think of something like that!!
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