No one was sure where Tinkles had got to this morning (she certainly wasn’t on the footy any more) until I opened the fridge to get things out to make school lunches. And there was Tinkles, sitting on the eggs, texta in hand, with her drawings staring up at me!
What’s the cheekiest thing your elf has done this Christmas?
By the time the kids came home from school, Tinkles had actually left the fridge:
And the note said: