It started almost four years ago when Mini Michelangelo was gifted an Elf on the Shelf. It seemed innocent enough—every day the elf would hang out in your house, watching the going-ons... then every night he or she would fly back to the North Pole and report in to Santa. The next morning, we would awake to discover the elf in a new perch, ready to see what the new day brought.
Simple enough. (If you were accepting of the fact that Santa had essentially sent a spy to your house for the season. But that's a conversation for another day, no?!)
But. Kids talk. And apparently, some of these elves were very, very "silly." (I personally would call them naughty... but tomato/tomahto.) Mini wondered why his elf wasn't silly! His elf just jumped from spot to spot. He wasn't TPing the tree, or drawing mustaches on the family portraits, or eating all the cookies in the cookie jar. Heck, sometimes he even fell asleep watching Law & Order and found himself in the same spot the following day! (Oops.)
After a few days of sharing stories at snack time, Mini came home and declared that he needed a new elf. His elf was clearly not doing a satisfactory job, and therefore needed to be replaced. Instead of firing our elf, we chose to sit our elf down and tell him about some of the antics the other elves were up to and encourage him to mix it up a bit. We made it clear that we wouldn't appreciate anything mean, or malicious... or anything that would get a little boy in trouble if he were to mimic it. (So, TPing the tree was out. As was anything involving a marker of any sort.)