First thing this morning (and I mean first thing), I heard excited gasps and bare feet running toward my room.
"Mom! Moooooom! Harold's done something good! He's having a snowball fight with some of the other toys," Big Kid said.
"It's snowing outside?" I asked, wishing I hadn't stayed up so late.
"No! In the kitchen!" little kid replied.
"It's snowing in the kitchen?"
"No!" they both exclaimed.
"Are snowballs melting on my counter?"
"No, it's just marshmallows mom but you gotta come see. It's so cute!"
"That elf better not have attracted any ants!" Luckily, he had not. And he brought hot chocolate, on our coldest day of the year so far.
So Harold is back in Big Kid's good graces (for now).
My cat is also pretty grateful for the few marshmallows she was able to scrounge
Hopefully Harold can keep up the good work.