Seriously...what is it about Elmo? I don't know if I can say that all kids love Elmo but it is pretty safe to say that most of them do. Right? He's like big red furry kid crack.
(Does that sound like I'm referring to butt crack? I'm not. Just so you know. I am not against talking about butt crack but in this particular instance I am not, in fact, talking about butt crack.)
We haven't watched any Elmo for a really long time. The last Elmo encounter we had was with the Elmo Tickle Hands which...good god, man, that tickle song could get stuck in my head for weeks. I was glad when those things ran out of batteries and I could pretend that boo hoo, they were broken, sorry about your rotten luck Olivia.
(And by rotten luck, I mean having parents who lie about your obnoxious toys being broken when really all they need is batteries. We love our sanity more than we love your enjoyment of obnoxious toys.)
But for some reason we had Elmo on and everyone in the house was in some sort of weird Elmo daze. I can't remember what I was trying to ask Olivia but I said her name about 14 times with no response when I was tempted to take a picture.
|Ellllllmmmmmooooo.....I am here to serve you.....|
(Seriously they should embed secret messages in these shows.
Like, eat your effing vegetables or something else useful.)
|Elmo loves his gold fish, his crayon too!|
* drool *