Last night Jackson moved the elf — aka the elephant — and hid it himself behind the door in Beckham’s room. This morning when he got up, it was on the table eating a fruit bar.
Jackson: “Who found the elephant behind Beckham’s door? Did someone go in Beckham’s room quietly and get it and put it on the table?”
Me: “Maybe the elf got up and walked downstairs and climbed up on the table?”
Jackson: “Try again, Mommy. Those aren’t the words.”
