This December an elf came to visit our house and watch what the boys were up to and then report back to Santa each night. When he arrived, Big was given the job of picking out a name for him. Although he really wanted to call him caca (which is his answer to most everything these days, and thinks it hilarious when I ask him not to say it as it means poo), he finally settled on Ki Ki (which I have been informed that in other cultures, means something that would be worse than calling our elf poo, but I'm not about to go there with Big!)
The boys aren't allowed to touch him or his magic will go away, so he watched from above the TV the first evening.
When we awoke the next day, we found he had caught a ride in Santas sleigh back to our house!
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