The Elf on the Shelf arrives.

I didn't think our family would be interested in an elf. It's been a couple years that he has been popular with friends and our kids just didn't seem to be taken with him. On a whim I grabbed one anyway, and his journey with our family begins. First off, we had to find him a name. The kids approved of my choice of Joey; my thinking was that when he does something wrong, we can say "Damn it Joey?" or the other, more curse-ish one that my friend Jessica says, but I won't write it here. So. Joey has a home with us for 30 days, keeping an eye on the kids by day, and reporting back to Santa and enjoying a little free time at night. Cool.