Oh dear Lord.
Many, MANY times during my tenure of motherhood, I've felt a day late and a dollar short. I keep finding out about things that would have been cool when Zack was three -- but now he's nine. And then I learn about traditions I just never knew about because we never did anything like that when I grew up.
I've been noticing this mildly creepy looking elf in the bookstore along with the book "The Elf on the Shelf", but I bypassed it because if *I* thought the little guy looked a little .... freaky ... then surely Zack would, too.
Last night, while reading "The Hobbit" to him (something I am at least on time with for once), Zack popped up out of bed and said, "Do we have any crackers????? Oh, and a glass of water."
Well that was a little off-topic from Gandalf and My Precious but I'm used to that with Zack.
"What kind of crackers?" I asked, starting to get nervous, because, you know... this is Zack.
"If we put out water and crackers, in the morning, we get AN ELF!!!!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands. I, on the other hand, widened my eyes in horror because it's 8pm and Mommy has no mad elf-making skillz.
"Um, honey, I don't know that elves always come out that way," I said, still frantically trying to come up with something because when Zack gets an idea going, it doesn't stop. No, it goes on and on until it's been completed and then some.
After a little conversation about elves (we had this similar conversation about freaking leprechauns in March, I swear), we went back to reading "The Hobbit" -- but I was still worried.
As I should have been. Because today, when we came home from school, Zack asked if we could go get an elf.
"Don't you think it's kind of creepy? I mean, we don't like clowns, it looks like a clown's kid, don't you think?" I asked. (Bad Mommy. Think of the children. The poor little clown children.)
But no. I did some research on the internet and found out what the hoopla about "The Elf on the Shelf" is about and I've already missed half the danged month. But next week, when we have a mommy/son play date to the book store, guess what we're buying?
A creepy little elf. But it will make the boy happy.
That elf just better not end up on my night stand in the middle of the night.