Sometimes I feel like I am on the Truman Show or that at any minute a TV crew will pop up from behind my couch and yell "Gotcha!" Our day to day life reminds me that God clearly has a sense of humor. If I take a step back, I can laugh at the absurdity too. This is follow up to several recent discussions regarding the Elf on a Shelf business.
This morning, over smoothies and peanut butter toast, goes something like this. Zeke says (in his Barry White kinda voice).
"Mom. Most of the time we aren't really really good. And we don't have an Elf like the kids at school. So I don't think that Elf really works or he would totally be here. He is really scary mostly. Like he wants to hurt me." (He stole that line from the movie Elf)Everyone then agrees that the Elf on a Shelf is scary and Molly tells the boys that the Elf wasn't around when she "was a kid." I made them promise not to ruin the Elf thing for all the kids that they know and they also had to promise on their remaining Halloween candy that they would not tell other kids that the Elf wants to hurt them. Blake decided that ultimately it would cause many kids to have new nightmares and we "do not want to be the cause of scary toy dreams." By the time we left for school, the Elf we were discussing had taken on more of a Chucky-meets-Babes in Toyland role. Yikes.
It gets better. My kid, the one that just tried to walk naked out in the hallway while the neighbor girls were here, then proceeded to attempt sneaking his to football helmet to school, says
"Aren't we supposed to be good because it makes God happy anyway?"Oh. My. Heart. Sometimes he is listening to me! Holy awesome. My same kid that says he will be a preacher (Step 1: Do not get kicked out of Sunday school) just gets the Big Stuff. And that's really all that matters in the end. I am ever grateful for these glimpses of glory and the humor that gets laced into it.
PS I swear that I have never, ever shared that I am convinced that the Elf is a serial killer. Obviously, my kids are brilliant.