There. I said it.
I don’t care about what your elf did last night.
I don’t care about how he walked through flour making cookies. (Because he didn’t.)
I don’t care about how he made a mess of a roll of toilet paper. (Because ew.)
I don’t care about how he got into the bag of marshmallows (???) and got them all over the place.
I don’t care about how your elf can write your kid’s name in M&M’s. (Who can’t?)
I JUST DON’T CARE.
I’d rather see a picture of your Christmas tree.
No seriously, I really do like to see people’s Christmas trees.
And then I think about the child-less people… Oh dear, I feel like I should apologize on behalf of all of us parents who take pictures of our elf on the shelf and then display said pictures on social media. It’s like how the day before, the day of and the day following Halloween there are copious amounts of photos of our kids in Halloween costumes throughout our newsfeeds. I mean, it’s 1-3 days of Elsas, Annas and other random cleverness. But the Elf thing? That’s every.single.day for 24 days.
Oh man, I’m sorry.
|Um. This one DID crack me up.|
I think the Elf on a Shelf idea is fine. And the two small humans who live in my house find our elf, Sparklepaint, to be incredible.
But the pictures all over facebook and instagram and everywhere else? Enough. I can’t. I just can’t.
Now pardon me, I need to go dress Sparklepaint the Elf in a Rapunzel barbie dress and place her at a Barbie vanity which I will place on the girls’ countertop in the bathroom for them to wake up to and be THRILLED with.
But don’t worry, I’ll spare you the pictures. 🙂
P.S. No, but anyway… how cute is this?