Elf on the Shelf

My in-laws have one of those "Elf on the Shelf" things. For those of you that don't know what they are, they are little elf dolls that you hide in different spots around the house. The kids have to find the elf, and of course, the elf reports any bad behavior to the big guy. In this case, Santa, not God. So, I should say the other big guy.
Well....Hankie was wound up last night. After dinner I had to ask him 8,349,763,092,538 times to put his p.j's on. For real. I counted. It was that many times. While he was getting on his p.j's (over a 40 minute time frame) he was also singing Christmas Carols. And, to make the Christmas Carols even more fun he was substituting words like "Holly" and "Jolly" with words like "backfire" and "poop". How festive!
As he is singing he takes off his batman unders and throws them at my Mother-in-law. Hank in hysterical laughter (and me as well) then says "hey Grammie.....I just backfired in those!" How adorable!
At this point, the craziness has gone on long enough and I say "Hank, "Alvin" (the elf) is watching you." Hank walk up to Alvin, picks him up off the stool, and punches him in the face. Take that message to Santa.
I love that kid. LOVE. THAT. KID.