Have you touched an Elf lately

So J had a friend over last night who had never heard of Elf on the Shelf. Yes, he touched him.  Panic ensued as J worried whether or not poor Candy Cane had lost his magic and would be forever frozen in a planter on the side table.

In case you or someone you know touches and Elf, I thought I would share our secret.  There is a Department of Elf Reanimation at the North Pole whose job is solely to restore magic to those elves who have been manhandled.  A letter arrived in the mail today from the Director of Elf Reanimation along with a little baggy of Elf Dust.  Simply sprinkle the Elf dust on said elf while reciting the following to bring him back to life.

Oh magical, wonderful Elf from the Pole,
The one that we love, but whose magic we stole.
Please let this sparkly elf dust restore
Your power to fly back to Santa once more.

Happy Shelfing!

Las Posadas revisited

J's school does a wonderful thing each year at Christmas time where they re-enact the journey of Mary and Joseph to Bethlehem.  The boys dress as shepherd and the girls as angels and they follow our Mary and Joseph through the school looking for a place to stay.  As the Kinder and Pre-K set got ready to venture out on their journey, J standing directly behind the little girl dressed as Mary, J remarks to her....

J: Mary, are you sure about this?

Its not Pink eye

So if you've kept up with the word of my little A, then you know that purple is the current obsession. So much so, that when she was diagnosed last week with pink eye, she corrected me to tell me, "No, I have purple eye!"

Two is a Mine Field!

So all two year old children enter the "mine phase".  Well, A's current "mine phase" has taken it to a whole new level.  All of these are from snipits of conversations with my hubby and J in one day (with A's interjections) melded into one, but they could have easily gone sequentially.

Me: So and So had a baby yesterday.
A: It's my BABY!

Me: We have to go to that birthday party this weekend.
A: It's my BIRTHDAY!

Me (to hubby): This is your fault you know.
A: No. It's my FAULT!

Me: Do you see my point?
A: It's my POINT!