My Superhero Power is that I'm an Elf
A few years ago when Max was about 5 or so he noticed that I have pointy ears. (I don't, but hey, I'll go with it.) Since it was around Christmas I didn't miss a beat and said, "That's because I'm an elf." To this day my kids think I'm an elf. And really, it explains oh-so-much. Like how I know when Wild Thing has to go to the bathroom, when they're playing on the stairs, when they aren't being completely truthful, etc. As an intelligent adult (and a mom), you know these things. As a child you are in awe that an adult could possibly know everything when you try sooooo hard to be sooooo secretive. It's obvious I have special superhero elf powers.
Well, with great power comes great responsibility. Unless you're me. Then that great power just makes it easier to trick your kids. My kids believe that I can talk to Santa, see what other people in our family are doing even if they are in another state, and see into their little heads. Here is an example of that.
Wild Thing: Mom? I'm in love.
Me: Really? With who? Barry?
WT: No. I dumped him. I'm in love with Carlyle.
Me: Which one is he?
WT: Look into my head. Can you see him? (She has her eyes closed, concentrating.)
Me: Ah, yes. There he is. Quite a cutie.
WT: Yes. Can you see the pink heart around his face?
The Elf Gig is paying high dividends in the laughter department. BTW, they also believe wholeheartedly in leprechauns and the Easter Pig (which I will explain later, I promise).
