This is Charlie. He's our Elf on the Shelf
Caden gave Charlie his name. He wanted PapaGaga, but we decided that name was taken. Then he wanted Charlie Brown (dude is on a serious Charlie Brown kick right now), but we decided that name was taken too, so we settled on Charlie.
Charlie arrived the day after Thanksgiving and his job is to watch us and report back to Santa whether we should be on the naughty or nice list. We're not allowed to touch him and he's not allowed to talk to us. Every night after bed he flies back to the North Pole to hang out with the Big Guy. In the morning he flies back to our house before we get up. He watches us from a different spot every day.
So far Charlie has hung out on our mantle (see above), climbed up our Christmas tree (no pics of that one), read Caden's books,
and gone fishing.
Charlie has a pretty good gig, I think. I'll let you know what other kind of mischief he gets into between now and Christmas day.
Caden likes to talk to Charlie and tell him all the good things he's doing ("Did you see me share with Asher, Charlie?"). Yesterday he asked me how many bites of sausage he needed to eat in order to make Charlie happy.
Yessiree, welcome to our house, Charlie!