Houston, we have a little problem.
Both of my girls are pranksters. They both love to mess with me and will fall over laughing as they say or do something to ruin my day. This is a known fact.
That's why I'm not sure if Alexis is screwing with me or if she seriously is all in on the Elf on the Shelf thing. Still.
We're one week from the dumb thing making its stupid appearance for the year. In my head, this was the year when the Elf would be more for Mila and less for Alexis. This was also the year that maaaaybe I wouldn't have to have anything to do with it because Alexis. I was planning on letting Alexis move the dumb thing around. Better her than me, after all.
But tonight she reminded me about how last year Mila touched the Elf and it was so awful and, and, and, and ... and.
Alexis doesn't know. I thought she knew, but she doesn't, so now I'm still stuck in the middle of Elfomania.
Unless she's messing with me. Which is possible.