Oh what fun it is to... improvise.
Recently, the boys and I were in the kitchen working on homework when Cate walked in.
"Look!" she said. "I have Elfie"
Our jaws dropped.
Blake, who loves the elf and is the first to find him each morning, gasped. Dillon, who knows the deal but plays along, looked at me and we both stifled a laugh. Things went blurry after that. The general words coming from the kitchen were "No, no Cate! You're not supposed to touch the elf. He'll lose his magic."
"Cate! How did you get him?" I asked.
She led us to the family room and pointed to the red step stool that helped her reach into her stocking, where Elfie had been hanging out for the day.
I put the elf back in Cate's stocking. "Let me think about what we should do to get Elfie's magic back." I picked up my phone and sat down. "Maybe I should Google it."
"I know!" Dillon said. "I'll do a ritual." And then he started doing a dance, and Blake joined in.
Clearly we didn't need Google, so I put down my phone. "We should throw some magic dust on him, too," I said. "I think we have some!" I went back to the kitchen and grabbed a scoop.
We each took turns sprinkling the elf with raw sugar, I mean, magic dust. "I think he's good now," I said.
Then, I texted Shawn, giving him the play-by-play of what happened, including the photos.
"Ha!" he replied. "That's a blog post."
Sometimes these stories simply write themselves.
I hope your holiday is filled with unexpected joy, friends. Much love to all of you!
Angie
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