Well, last Sunday morning Connor woke up in a terrible mood and his willingness to be nice was completely gone. He was grumpy and mean and refused to snap out of it. Marcus and I told him that if he would not apologize and at least try to be kind that we would have to call the north pole and let them know he was acting naughty. He crossed his arms, looked right at us and yelled "FINE"! So I picked up my phone and made the magic call. Santa told me he would send an Elf to keep an eye on Connor that morning and asked me to encourage Connor to change his attitude so the Elf would see him behaving (at least that's what we told him).
WORKED. LIKE. A. CHARM.
Here's a picture of the two little guys watching faithfully out our window to try and catch a peek of the Elf.
4 comments:
Growing up, my mom got these little santa pouches and if we had been good, the elves would come and leave us candy. It was magic and REALLY fun.
You are GENIUS. I love that idea, and will be stealing it in the future!!! Have they spotted the elf?
You need an Elf on the Shelf. It works pretty well. I hope ours comes back soon.
Totally cute.
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