Hanging with Mr. Elf on the Shelf
This is what happens when you have two tired overextended parents who forget to move the elf and hear the oldest child coming down the stairs.
It’s like you don’t even care any more honey. Geez. That’s not a shelf. He’s looking at the ceiling for goodness sake. I suppose it’s better than telling them, again, that “he really liked the view from the spot he had yesterday I guess.”
I told the kids the Danny the Elf was most interested in hearing them today not seeing them.
They went with it.