EG Parent Award #63

You know how I feel about the Elf on the Shelfelf 01

I don’t think some parents realise the ‘dark forces’ they are messing with. But hey – if they are happy to share the entertainment with us (albeit for different reasons), then who am I to complain?

Gives me a whole lot more material to work with here at EG Inc.

But then there is one parent (or in special cases, two). They get it. They recognise the potential and they RUN WITH IT!!

Introducing the Wynbergs!


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Photo by Megan Wynberg / Facebook

Here are two parents who have decided that if the spawnlings are going to hassle them forever about the Damn Elf on the Shelf, then they were going to have fun with it too.

I love this for two separate reasons, and it works as a tool of Evil Genius Parenting for either of these reasons:

  1. The kids are going to be completely spooked by this life-size effort and will freak out, turning off Elf on the Shelf for the rest of their lives. Fun for all. OR
  2. The kids will go absolutely APE over this, love it SOOOOOOOO much – and no pissy little ordinary Elf on the Shelf will EVER be able to compete with the awesomeness here. THIS is my favourite and preferred reason.

I’m really hoping the spawnlings are as awesome as the parents, and completely appreciate the brilliance behind this. Fairly good chance of that being so.

You can see all the shenanigans of FLE the Elf on Megan Wynberg’s Facebook page. And they are plastered all over the social media too.

C’mon minions. They have raised the bar. What are YOU doing for your own season celebrations?


EG Dad has the Lair…

EG Dad is the brains of the outfit.

He has escaped.

And left me with the minions at EG Grandma’s place.

That’s right – we made it all the way to Grandma’s house, without tossing our cookies, only to discover the wolf disguised in a 4yo kid costume with a 7yo side kick.

And then EG Dad jumps on a plane back to the EG Lair and leaves me in the middle of it.

That’s just genius.

Seriously, I know some spouses reading this and saying “why didn’t I think of that?!?”

First, he gets a nice casual break driving 2500km up the coast, visiting family and friends. Even scored a sweet dive off the Great Barrier Reef. Yeah – I know people. And I know stories about people.

Then he gets a cosy flight back early, under the premise of “work” without worrying about the drive back (leaving me to the mercy of EG Grandma – more on her later).

Finally he scores the EG Lair to himself for 2 weeks of peace and quiet.

Pretty sure I’m screwed on this deal.

And I just KNOW the sly fox is going to rearrange my Lair and move the chocolate up high or something.

It’s bad enough he left me with the physics questions (thank Google for Google!) – like how a plane takes off. Why can’t it ever be a psych warfare question? Apparently I’m good at those.

Damn I miss him.

Bastard took the iPad too.

What’s your best holidays escape plan?