Poor Tootsie. You might remember what happened Friday when I accidentally left him home from our weekend getaway. I meant to bring him but seriously, who can remember everything? Plus the aftermath of possibly leaving him in the hotel would be just too much to take, so it’s a good thing I’m so forgetful. Don’t you worry, I’ve got this whole thing justified in my head.
So today we’re coming home and I’ve got one thing on my mind: move that elf before those kids get in the door. There’s only one way to make sure this happens: delegate it to my husband. I send him a text with a plan and as soon as we pull into the driveway I’m all ‘I want you to grab your coats, toys, anything you can carry. Do not get out of this car empty handed!’ while my husband is all, ‘I have to get inside and check on the cats.’ So far so good.
We get inside and it appears poor Tootsie has been crying. He’s cozied up to a Kleenex box with a tissue pressed to his face. Nobody puts Tootsie in the corner. Man, I wonder what he’s going to tell Santa about our thoughtless family? I hope he tells him that we *DIDN’T* leave him in Pittsburgh!
Don’t worry, Toots. Mama is home now and we’ll resume our normal antics. We missed you, too!
Come see me again tomorrow to find out what Tootsie’s up to! You can find all my past Elf on the Shelf posts here. Follow my Elf on the Shelf board on Pinterest to get even more ideas, and if you don’t have an elf for your family, get one on Amazon. This is by far them most FUN family Christmas tradition we have!
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