Elf Invasion

Last night, we were invaded by elves. If you haven't heard of this tradition, check out Elf Magic (http://www.elf-magic.com/index.html) - Basically, Master P and Miss Priss write to Santa each year asking if he could spare some elves during the Christmas season. They come to visit, and proceed to wreak havoc in our house. We sprinkle them with "North Pole Snowflakes" (a little shaker of white paper confetti) each evening, leave them with crackers and water, and when we wake up in the morning, we find "The Mischief" as Master P calls it. Sometimes, the mischief is pretty tame, but sometimes, the elves are super naughty - The elves who visit the family of my friend Cathy (http://thebluehousechronicles.blogspot.com/) are SUPER naughty - getting into folded laundry and hanging underwear on the tree, "driving" their minivan into the bushes in front of their house, etc. Ours tend to be a little more tame (mostly because I will admit to a striking lack of creativity in this area). The biggest hit last year was when the elves climbed up and rode our ceiling fan in the family room - Master P loved it because after a few rotations, the elves had a tendency to go flying off across the room. So, we're back on elf duty, until they return to the North Pole with Santa on Christmas Eve. Tonight, I think that they are going to dump a package of marshmallows into the powder room sink and take a marshmallow bath . . . That should be a hit. I've already decided that on Saturday morning, when we leave for NC, they are going to be in the car ready to go, with Bradford at the wheel of the SUV, and Eugenie strapped into Miss Priss's car seat. Maybe we can actually convince them to drive us there!