

Ah yes. Clicky clacky alligator. Otherwise known as the only thing that would soothe a SCREAMING baby at 11pm Christmas night. I guess she figured Santa had already come and gone so it'd be a good night to start being difficult. With the rest of the house sound asleep after a full day of food, presents, and lounging I was hunched over trying to scoot Scout along behind her new toy. Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
*Click (or clack) on picture to see The Tooth.

Look past the sad looking dog (coal in her stocking this year) to see Rubbish Elf at work trying to eat all the wrapping paper.

A little too devious looking for Christmas morning.
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