I'm so sorry. The Walmart employees are unforgiving (I'm usually returning clothes, and I've found that the simpler the explanation, the better). Fears of appearing insensitive happen to us all. (When making a first appointment for my grandfather with a new doctor, I clumsily had to inquire about the physician's racial background in the name of making sure his accent won't be too thick for my grandfather to understand). And, I think the whole Elf on the Shelf thing is ridiculous. As if this time of year isn't stressful enough, especially for parents, somebody thought that adding a creepy spy doll with a bunch of rules was a good idea. Whatever happened to the theory that Santa just saw everything? I wish I could offer more than just sympathy.
Oh goodness that sounds like it was a dreadful experience. No worries, as you'll read tomorrow, the WalMart stop wasn't too too bad. The elf is the one holiday tradition I won't miss when she grows out of it, but boy does she love that thing. She builds little houses and give her snacks. It's like her yearly month long little sister.
It was; I'm not looking forward to accompanying my grandfather to that office later this month. But, I am looking forward to reading the next installment of Tutu's story tomorrow!
I'm so thankful my children grew up before EOS was a glimmer in the eye of it's creator. I see my children doing it for thier children and I think I would have probably "accidently" flushed it down the toliet. But then I would have had to pay for a plumber. The elf always wins. You and other parents of this generation deserve a special reward for shelfing the elf all through the holiday season.
I'm so sorry. The Walmart employees are unforgiving (I'm usually returning clothes, and I've found that the simpler the explanation, the better). Fears of appearing insensitive happen to us all. (When making a first appointment for my grandfather with a new doctor, I clumsily had to inquire about the physician's racial background in the name of making sure his accent won't be too thick for my grandfather to understand). And, I think the whole Elf on the Shelf thing is ridiculous. As if this time of year isn't stressful enough, especially for parents, somebody thought that adding a creepy spy doll with a bunch of rules was a good idea. Whatever happened to the theory that Santa just saw everything? I wish I could offer more than just sympathy.
Oh goodness that sounds like it was a dreadful experience. No worries, as you'll read tomorrow, the WalMart stop wasn't too too bad. The elf is the one holiday tradition I won't miss when she grows out of it, but boy does she love that thing. She builds little houses and give her snacks. It's like her yearly month long little sister.
It was; I'm not looking forward to accompanying my grandfather to that office later this month. But, I am looking forward to reading the next installment of Tutu's story tomorrow!
I'm so thankful my children grew up before EOS was a glimmer in the eye of it's creator. I see my children doing it for thier children and I think I would have probably "accidently" flushed it down the toliet. But then I would have had to pay for a plumber. The elf always wins. You and other parents of this generation deserve a special reward for shelfing the elf all through the holiday season.