Yesterday I was in my room and Livy came running in, in a panic.
"MOM! Mr. Peeps fell. Morgan accidentally knocked him over."
You see, our Mr. Peeps (elf on the shelf) is different than other people's. He looks like Santa and is made of wood and is not allowed to be touched. If you touch him…he goes away.
So I rushed in to find Morgan bawling, Owen standing in awe, and Mr. Peeps face down on the couch.
It looked like a crime scene….albeit a hilarious one.
Morgan was certain she had killed him.
I ushered the kids out and told them I needed to help Mr. Peeps up. Morgan went back into her room wailing. Really, you would have thought Jersey had died or something. I "helped" Mr. Peeps up onto the shelf where he felt safer and explained that to the kids.
No matter how many times I told Morgan he was okay and that he wasn't going to go away (I think that was her fear) and that Mr. Peeps knew it was an accident, she would not stop crying. It took a good 10 minutes for her to calm down and realize all was well.
Yikes.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
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