This Saturday I spent the night with my granddaughter. Her parents never go out--just the two of them--so this was a real treat.
On the agenda:
- do some fused glass (using a microwave oven kiln)
- make some chocolate goodies for Riley's mom (bake brownies, then crumble them up. Add a 1/3-1/2 cup of Nutella, and a splash of kahlua or vanilla. Roll into balls. You can then roll them in cocoa or sprinkles or crushed nuts, but it's not necessary)
- eat dinner (or those brownie things)
- watch a movie (or two)
- entertain my granddaughter with my ability to fall asleep in a sitting straight-up position repeatedly
- make my granddaughter laugh with my snorting-myself-awake skills
After she went to sleep, I had a secret thing to do--do something with her Elf on a Shelf, named Timothy. Apparently this Elf is a way to get revenge on your kids, because the first year, and during the first few days in December, it's fun. They alternate with who is responsible for making sure Timothy has the chance to get into some mischief.
But after the first year, or on the 24 day of keeping up with that prankster elf, parents are getting into fistfights.
"It's your turn with that %$#@ elf."
"I'm too tired. And besides, I've run out of ideas. YOU do it."
"Go, and do something with that elf."