The Perils of Blogging

Last night, I synced my 4-year-old's iPod as we were getting ready for bath time. (Of course the 4-year-old has an iPod. Don't judge. I can't tell you how much peace that thing has brought us.)

The problem? It seems that I left my photo organization software open on the desktop. Even though they were merely tiny thumbnails, the 4-year-old has eagle vision, and she spied some of the photographs featured on this very blog. Let's recap what she said:

"Look, there's a picture of Barbie."

"And the elf!"

"And they are in my Barbie house!!!"

"And they are on the bed! Tee-hee!"

CLICK CLICK CLICK. Close down damn program!

Despite all evidence to the contrary, I swear that we aren't bad parents.

Creepy Elf Maintenance

I did a search for "Elf on the Shelf" on Twitter, and the many of the mentions are reminders for parents to move their Elf on the Shelf each night. (For those of you who aren't hip to the fundamentals of Shelf Elf upkeep, he is supposed to be moved each evening so that your children know that he is stalking them, and can thus become properly paranoid.)

Silly people. Obviously we have provided the solution. If you take a photo of your Elf in compromising positions each evening, then surely you will remember to move him. I doubt we own the only deviant elf out there.

(Just be wary of your Barbie collection. Shelf Elves have a demonstrated proclivity for them.)