I can’t be sure what our Elf on the Shelf was up to while I was in the hospital for six days, but Zippy has been his usual mischievous self since I returned home with little Ethan last week.
Our elf must not be afraid of heights, because one morning we found him swinging on the Moravian star…
… and the next morning he was tangled up in a white pitcher above our kitchen cabinets.
On Thursday morning Zippy was on our mantel, convinced he was an angel. (We know better.)
On Friday he spent the whole day with Ethan, our glow-in-the-dark baby (thanks to a bili light to improve his jaundice).
On Saturday morning we found him competing in an air hockey tournament. His opponent was a sweet girl from Idaho. I wanted Zippy to ask her whether she knew any famous foosball players from Idaho, but he was too shy.
Fortunately, the officials didn’t notice that he was blocking his goal with his left hand.
Zippy must have decided that the basement was a pretty great place to spend the weekend. On Sunday morning we found him playing Pac Man on Tim’s Atari. (Yes, we have an Atari; no, we do not have a Wii.)
Yesterday we found him in the bathroom again. This time he put a little photo of himself in a picture frame on the shelf. (This morning the kids checked to see whether it was still there, then wondered aloud where it went.)
Last night Zippy did something he’s been wanting to do ever since he first arrived at our house last December. He strung up a zipline across our living room and is now dangling above our heads.
Elves have all the fun.