I have a relative- very glamorous young lady, with two adorable kids, and not too shabby hubby either. Beautiful family. I am constantly in awe of her and her parenting prowess. Even when the kids are driving her nuts, she holds it together and comes out looking like a supermom-fairy. I am fascinated by the little joys she is finding with her small children, posting genuinely funny and insightful things they say and such. And then there's the elf. Their elf has a distinctive name, given by their oldest very clever child (no it's not just bias... he's amazing), and they manage to keep up the ruse quite effectively. I am impressed. Impressed and so glad my kids are all grown up. The last thing I want to do is hide the elf. Next to her, I would look like a rank amateur. I was so glad when I woke up this morning to the following post entitled Dear Perfect Elf on the Shelf people, an open letter. I thought, "Oh Thank God", I'm not the ...