The elf on the shelf was a fun addition to our Christmas traditions this year. I had looked at the book and heard about the idea several times, but when Steve encouraged me to get it, I did. Every night this elf "returned to report to Santa" then came back and was in a new hiding spot. Early each morning the boys would get up and hunt for him. Grey loved this and often he would go bursting out of a room, skipping, and shouting, "a welf, a welf" because he would remember one of the places he was hiding. Often times when I carried him upstairs to put him down for naps he would point to 4 or 5 places and say "a welf, a welf". He could remember just about every spot he'd been over the last month.
I can't say that he was much for behavior modification, but it was a fun game. I look forward to Welf, which he will be called from here on out, appearing each Christmas season.
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