Last night when the boys got into the tub, there was a little elf sitting on the shelf in the bathroom. They didn't notice it, so we had it point it out to them. Then we explained that he is one of Santa's elves and he's here to help Santa keep track of who is naughty and who is nice. That every night he reports back to the North Pole and tells Santa the scoop - whether they were good or bad that day. And that we'll know he went to see Santa when he shows up somewhere else tomorrow morning. There is one rule - that you can't touch him and if you do, he'll return to the North Pole and not come back. He can't talk, but you can talk to him and tell him your secrets or anything you want Santa to know.
First and foremost, we had to give our elf a name. After some suggestions (Jack and Drew being the most funny suggestions), we settled on Joe. Joe was our elf.
Jack asked where I got Joe and I said that Santa gave him to me today at the mall and he seemed convinced. He then said that Joe didn't need to go all the way to the North Pole tonight to tell Santa! That he could just go to the mall!
Jack brushed his teeth "really well" and said "Joe will be so pleased!".
When Jack got up this morning and went into the bathroom to go potty he looked around and asked, "Where's my friend Joe?". So he went downstairs and eventually found him sitting next to the cable box. He told Joe that he heard him leave last night (ha!) and that he hoped he told Santa that he wanted a race car for Christmas.
Drew isn't so sure what to make of Joe and doesn't seem as interested as Jack, but Jack keeps reminding him that Joe is watching, always watching, and that he better behave or he will be on Santa's naughty list and he won't get any presents for Christmas. He also keeps reminding Drew that Joe can't talk, but he can listen.
I think Joe is our hero...
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