Ryan hates the elf. It freaks him out. It really freaks him out when T shouts at it from across the room "No! No Baby! No!". He also doesn't like that she is constantly offering him her snacks. He is convinced it is plotting to kill us during the night, like that Chucky doll.
I think it is hilarious.
Yesterday, I walked into the dining room and Baby was gone. No longer perched amongst the Tiki glasses. I yelled out "Where is he?? He's gone!!" and within an instant Ryan was there, almost cowering behind me. "What do you mean he is gone??!!" "Don't say that!!"
Totally freaked.
Turns out Baby fell on the floor.
I laughed so hard I almost wet my pants. I am laughing just thinking of it.
Oh, my poor, poor husband:)
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this is the funniest thing i've heard all day.
Oh goodness, if it's that easy to freak husbands out...I need to get a little elf doll. Gregg cries out like a little girl at the site of mice, but it's not nearly as funny as Ryan's reaction!
LOL. I have GOT to get me one of those.
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