How in the world do my kids know when it's December 1st?
I never even know the date.
They woke up yesterday morning searching the house high and low for their Elf on a Shelf.
Elf on a Shelf hadn't shown up yet, and there were (almost) tears.
Maybe he didn't know we moved...maybe he wasn't coming this year....maybe he died.
JR and I rationalized that maybe he was just late...and would be there after school.
Now they're checking the Advent calendar box every five seconds looking for a note from the elf.
Geeze! I'm thinking the elf was hoping to be a little lazy this year. But I'm not sure it's being allowed.
The elf has already informed me there will be absolutely no cute elf shenanigans that you can find all over the Internet (elf fishing, elf sack races, elf spa days).
He'll be moving around from one boring location to another...if he can remember to move himself.