tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post6798722549022410998..comments2023-07-17T06:39:24.585-04:00Comments on Domestic Spaz - Putting the "Me" Back in Mommy: The Elf on the Shelf is the creepiest thing since windowless white vans and that weird rabbit costume scene from The ShiningAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13166875964870812562noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988542654099633485.post-81445818815847876172011-12-20T15:18:39.473-05:002011-12-20T15:18:39.473-05:00I have to admit it ... we have an Elf at our house...I have to admit it ... we have an Elf at our house. His name is "Hervie" and Schwinks loves him. Since Schwinks is now 6, I thought that he would cease his annual trek to our home since I was sure that she couldn't still believe in his nightly journeys. But, amazingly Schwinks has asked for him each year (i.e. "I wonder when Hervie will show up?". So, our little red, The Virtuous Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07020600143099732010noreply@blogger.com