This week we’ve been having some gentle fun with the elves, mostly because The Boss has bottled out of using all my suggestions. Spoilsport. Still, I got my own back: after having a bit of a domestic yesterday, he agreed that he was indeed my biatch now, and I made him chew up the cat kibble. I expected him to spray it out, disgusted, but he declared it: “Incredibly crunchy and surprisingly tasty”. I had to remind him to spit, not swallow. Dirty boy!
Tonight I’ve hidden the elves in the glasses cupboard with Barbie pointing at them, holding Edwinn’s hat. I’ll see what storyline the kids make of that in the morning, and do the last 4 days based on it. Cannae wait!