My daughter's on the Elmo crack. One video in particular. The one called "Pets." Which is, you guessed it folks, about pets. Cats. Dogs. Hamsters. Birds. There's a muppet cat named Little Murray Sparkles. A hamster named Chuckie Sue. A cartoon woman who sounds like she's voiced by Ethel Merman. And the main theme song is sung by Elmo himself, on his crayon-etched piano, the lyrics of which are oh so brilliant. They go, "Cats, cats, cats. Cats, cats, cats. Cats, cats, cats, cats, cats!"
My daughter stands in the middle of the living room bending her knees to this tune more rapidly than you'd think humanly possible. And even more rapidly, when the video ends, she immediately starts begging to watch it again. When I say "No. No more Elmo for now" her eyes well up with tears and she can barely squeak out an inaudible "watch Elmo?" Her lips move, but her voice is clenched by the overwhelming feeling of doom, oh the reality of no Elmo. It's too much for her to bear. And her tears? They're too much for me. And certainly too much for Gammy and Poppy, who we spent the Easter weekend with, and who let her watch the video 3, 4, hell maybe it was 5 times a day.
But, as harshly as I say "No more Elmo," I cave almost as easily. For nothing can compete with the charms (???) of this fuzzy red devil. No suggestion of even her favorite Dr. Seuss book. No "wanna go to the park?" No, "want some ice cream?" No, "want to go kick the ball around in the yard?" Not even, "want to play in the sandbox?" It's always met with her version of the hand, which is to say, "No. Watch Elmo."
I hope it's a phase. I hope it's a short one. Because I'm so tired of the animated voices in my head chanting, "Pets, pets, pets. Pets, pets, pets. Pets, pets, pets, pets, pets."
Is it rotting her brain? We all know what your brain looks like on drugs. But, tell me. What does your brain look like on Elmo?
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I have convinced myself that we will only watch Grover.
Am I kidding myself?
At least it's not Barney?!
Oh, Elmo. Hate Elmo. But y'know, whatever she was obsessing about, you'd probably grow to hate.
Take Dora. God, did Jack (at two, I think?) ever love Dora. I didn't mind Dora at the beginning of his infatuation. But by the end? If I'd heard, "Swiper, no swiping!" one more time, I might have run screaming out of the house, never to return! ;)
This too shall pass.
Wait for her to start obsessing over boys.
i will kill for a little elmo these days!! willow obsesses on dora and diego and, i dont suck at basic spanish, but trying to figure out what a two year old is saying when she is saying it in spanish is frustrating as hell. the two days it took me to figure out that she was saying "ayudame!" and what that meant, where more than i could take. by the way, its "help me!" good thing she lived through those two days when i would blow her off with, "sorry kid, i have NO idea what youre saying."
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My daughter's on the Elmo crack. One video in particular. The one called "Pets." Which is, you guessed it folks, about pets. Cats. Dogs. Hamsters. Birds. There's a muppet cat named Little Murray Sparkles. A hamster named Chuckie Sue. A cartoon woman who sounds like she's voiced by Ethel Merman. And the main theme song is sung by Elmo himself, on his crayon-etched piano, the lyrics of which are oh so brilliant. They go, "Cats, cats, cats. Cats, cats, cats. Cats, cats, cats, cats, cats!"
My daughter stands in the middle of the living room bending her knees to this tune more rapidly than you'd think humanly possible. And even more rapidly, when the video ends, she immediately starts begging to watch it again. When I say "No. No more Elmo for now" her eyes well up with tears and she can barely squeak out an inaudible "watch Elmo?" Her lips move, but her voice is clenched by the overwhelming feeling of doom, oh the reality of no Elmo. It's too much for her to bear. And her tears? They're too much for me. And certainly too much for Gammy and Poppy, who we spent the Easter weekend with, and who let her watch the video 3, 4, hell maybe it was 5 times a day.
But, as harshly as I say "No more Elmo," I cave almost as easily. For nothing can compete with the charms (???) of this fuzzy red devil. No suggestion of even her favorite Dr. Seuss book. No "wanna go to the park?" No, "want some ice cream?" No, "want to go kick the ball around in the yard?" Not even, "want to play in the sandbox?" It's always met with her version of the hand, which is to say, "No. Watch Elmo."
I hope it's a phase. I hope it's a short one. Because I'm so tired of the animated voices in my head chanting, "Pets, pets, pets. Pets, pets, pets. Pets, pets, pets, pets, pets."
Is it rotting her brain? We all know what your brain looks like on drugs. But, tell me. What does your brain look like on Elmo?
The Elmo Crack
My daughter stands in the middle of the living room bending her knees to this tune more rapidly than you'd think humanly possible. And even more rapidly, when the video ends, she immediately starts begging to watch it again. When I say "No. No more Elmo for now" her eyes well up with tears and she can barely squeak out an inaudible "watch Elmo?" Her lips move, but her voice is clenched by the overwhelming feeling of doom, oh the reality of no Elmo. It's too much for her to bear. And her tears? They're too much for me. And certainly too much for Gammy and Poppy, who we spent the Easter weekend with, and who let her watch the video 3, 4, hell maybe it was 5 times a day.
But, as harshly as I say "No more Elmo," I cave almost as easily. For nothing can compete with the charms (???) of this fuzzy red devil. No suggestion of even her favorite Dr. Seuss book. No "wanna go to the park?" No, "want some ice cream?" No, "want to go kick the ball around in the yard?" Not even, "want to play in the sandbox?" It's always met with her version of the hand, which is to say, "No. Watch Elmo."
I hope it's a phase. I hope it's a short one. Because I'm so tired of the animated voices in my head chanting, "Pets, pets, pets. Pets, pets, pets. Pets, pets, pets, pets, pets."
Is it rotting her brain? We all know what your brain looks like on drugs. But, tell me. What does your brain look like on Elmo?