So ain't no misbehaving, unless he wants Santa to find out.
And he doesn't.
The thing is that Elf On The Shelf won't come out until the day after Thanksgiving (whatever that is). So I've got some time, which means that he's got some time to get his poking, prodding, screaming and getting into my grill out of his system.
But I'm making my own list, and I'm checking it twice.
And I will tell.
Once I learn how to talk.