A mum in the US has done what all mums everywhere have likely threatened to do when it comes to dealing with the Elf on the Goddamn Shelf (surely that’s its official name by now).
She’s killed it. Well, almost.
First off, Brittany Mease deserves our immediate respect for ensuring her Elf ‘arrived’ with a broken leg this year and a letter from Santa that ordered bed rest for two weeks – meaning she didn’t have to worry about moving the bloody thing for 14 days.
But, all too quickly, the fortnight was over and Mease had to do something – anything – to hide the elf as her children were distracted in the other room.
“The other day the kids noticed that it had been longer than 14 days and he hadn’t moved so when they weren’t looking I grabbed him off the kitchen counter and quickly tossed him in the oven until I could move him later and not raise any suspicion,” she posted to Facebook.
Problem was… She forgot where she put him and, a few days later, when she was planning to heat up leftover pasta, the poor (arguable use of adjective) Elf was still in the oven.