Santa sent his helper Elf for a second season of mischief and behaviour watching. He showed up on December 1st, sitting on the back of Chance's kitchen chair, holding a note. Apparently he's back so that he can watch over the house and report back whether our house has boys that are naughty or nice.
Take a guess at what the report might just be. Well if you were in my house on a frequent basis, all you would hear would be words like FART, TOOT, BURP, Jingle Bells Mommy Smells, NICE UNDERPANTS, and the list goes on. You would think it would only be coming from the almost-8 year old's mouth, but NO. It's both of them, and it's bad.
Chance spots it first as he is always the first up for school. Moments later Brooks is up and Chance is telling Brooks all about it. Brooks has the half squinched eye, like YA RIGHT will this stupid elf change any of my behaviour?
Later in the day after Chance returns home from school, I over hear him telling Brooks: "Now Brooks, you can't sing that song any more. The Elf will hear and you will be put on the naughty list. Do you want to be on the naughty list or the nice list?" Answer: Naughty List.
At least for an hour or so, I thought it would at least work with Chance until at dinner the Elf falls straight off the chair and nose-dives on to the table.
Chance pauses for a few moments of concentrated staring and proceeds to say to me: "No offense or anything mom, but our elf kinda looks like a stuffed animal".
And ever since that, apparently the need to be on the nice list hasn't been so strong!
