After two years of constant "Why can't we have a girl Elf??" complaints, we decided to give our boy Elf a lil Sex Change. When I presented the idea to Coach, he barely reacted with surprise and simply responded "We're doing WHAT with the Elf??"
We're performing a Sex Change.
Because nothing actually changed on our Elf (I'm certainly not shelling out the cash to purchase a whole new Elf kit)... I decided what we needed was a back story. First the girls woke up to a note on the kitchen table, which read:
See, it makes sense the Elf looks the same, because they are brother and sister. Get it?! Next, I decided to name the Elf myself. I thought both names should start with an F. And because this house is Tinkerbell crazy, I choose 'FiFibell' as the new name.
I asked Coach: What do you think of FiFibell? Is it too much or just right?
Coach: Doesn't matter to me... I'm still just gonna call it The Elf.
Coach is fun and festive.
Next, I set the scene.
I decided the little sister would want to arrive with more flair than her very boring big brother. I dressed her in the new skirt, posed her sweetly, threw marshmallows every where and sprinkled glitter all over her.
I became nervous this was not convincing. I worried this idea could blow up in my face and actually cause the girls to realize this whole elf thing is a scam. I started questioning Coach "Is this enough? Should she wear a Barbie tank top? What else can we do??"
Coach pretty much ignored me.
Me: You're really not helping at all? You could at least offer a suggestion or pretend to listen as I bounce ideas off you...
Coach: I don't know what to tell you! I've never given a doll a sex change before!
Me: Me either!
Me: Well... I guess that's not true. I once cut off all my Barbie's hair to try and turn her into a Ken doll. It didn't really work.
Remembering that Ken mistake did nothing to help my anxiety.
We smiled and played dumb. Pretending to be just as excited and surprised as the girls. (well... Coach at least raised his eyebrows a couple times..) I'm not sure why I worried. We live in a fairly liberal and LGBT sympathetic home. Our children are cool with change. No biggie.
I figure, I'll place FiFibell in a few overly girlie situations over the next couple nights. And then ease into ignoring her, just as much as her big brother.
Holiday cheer and all that...