Our Elf on a Shelf came to visit this morning. Vance noticed him rather quickly, then we "found" the book under the Christmas tree and read about what was going on. Vance named him Charlie.
Vance questioned Charlie all day. He didn't believe that he was real and would stare the elf down just to see if he would move. Justin and I were a little disappointed about all of this.
Fast forward to later that night where we watched the beginning of The Santa Clause. This must have sparked something in Vance's head, because when it was time for bed he asked if he could go tell the elf something.
I listened to him tell the elf what he wanted for Christmas and then he whispered, "goodnight" to him. I nearly cried. It was the cutest thing ever.
We'll see if he feels the same way tomorrow!