In the late hours of the night…
Me: Can you get me the elf? I can’t reach it.
My Husband: [gets elf and shakes his head at the mess on the floor] What are you doing?
Me: [spreading out flour on the floor to make it look like an elf snow angel] I saw this on a pin. I thought I would do it.
My Husband: Well, have fun cleaning that mess up tomorrow morning.
Me: Well, I won’t be able to clean it up in the morning because I am not allowed to touch him. We have to wait until he moves tomorrow night.
My Husband: Well, I hope that we are planning to go out to dinner tomorrow then. [indicating that the placement of the snow angel is blocking use of my daughter’s place at the table.
Me: Yeah, that was the plan. 99 cent kid’s meals at the mexican restaurant on Tuesdays. There is a method behind my madness.
Lesson of my story: If you want to go out for dinner…Make sure the Elf makes a big mess near or on the dinner table.