Attack of the Elmos
I have to say, when Danny was born, I had no intention of ever getting my children involved with the brainwashing indoctrination of Sesame Street (next time you watch, watch with a healthy skepticism. Granted, I am a little psycho when it comes to liberal agendas.)
But when my little buddy was a wee one, his Grandma Kathy promised she'd buy him an Elmo doll if he slept until 5am. And slept he did. It was a miracle. Long story short, he won his Elmo doll, and Elmo has been his best friend ever since. One of his first 3 words was "Elmo!" And he couldn't even say "mama" yet.
But when my little buddy was a wee one, his Grandma Kathy promised she'd buy him an Elmo doll if he slept until 5am. And slept he did. It was a miracle. Long story short, he won his Elmo doll, and Elmo has been his best friend ever since. One of his first 3 words was "Elmo!" And he couldn't even say "mama" yet.
Ahh! Mom, stop running away from me and my Elmos!
Holding his Elmo book, sitting on a tiger pillow pet, watching "Elmo's World"
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