A few days ago I woke up to the adorable pitter-patter of my daughter’s tiny feet. The birds were chirping, the cool winter sun was shining … and the first thing I thought was, “OH CRAP! I forgot to move the freakin’ elf.”
I bolted out of bed half-naked and dashed down the stairs past my daughter claiming I had an “emergency.” I ran into the living room and reached for the elf up on top of the bookshelf … but it was too late. I heard my daughter breathing behind me. She stood there all white-faced and creepy like one of the girls from The Shining.
“Mommy, Jack didn’t move last night,” she said. [Read More…]