As we sat in the bed and eyed the pixies, Ava whispered, “They’re asleep.” I, of course, agreed. So we continued our whispered conversation about why they were here.
“I think they came back for Valentine’s Day,” says the caught-off-guard Gigi.
“Maybe they came to watch us,” says the spied-upon-by-Elf-on-the-Shelf Ava.
Since that was not my intention at all with the pixies, I insist they are not here to spy but to make Valentine’s Day fun. So we whisper some more about the pixies and how we think they must come for every holiday (groan), and then we whisper reading our books because we don’t want to wake them, and then I finally say, “They aren’t waking up; let’s just talk normal.” Whew
Probably, knowing that Ava is a lot like her Gigi, she would have forgotten all about the Big Pixie Find by the next day, but I couldn’t chance it. I had to drag out the heart stickers and the glue and the markers and the stamps and stamp pads (good thing because Kate showed me how to use them) and we made Valentines for people.
Yep. That Kate is pretty slick. She said, “If you would let us use your stuff more, I could show you how to use all of it.” (Because I have a treasure trove of goodies in the basement.)
She also said, “I think you do all the stuff for the pixies.”
Eight… and she’s already way ahead of me.