Monday, November 16, 2009

Bad Elmo...







Check out our big girl in her big Elmo chair (on loan from her buddy Jack). She loves all things Elmo, me not so much....

Elmo and i have a rocky relationship. Scarli’s dear Aunt Dee gave her an Elmo doll that she just adores! She loves to shake him and to gnaw on his eyes. I, on the other hand, am not so fond of the creepy little guy. First of all he’s a chatter box, second he finds his way into places that he just shouldn’t be in. The other morning I got up and headed to the gym. Still dark outside, I crawled in my car, pulled out of the drive way and as I drove through the darkest part of the street I heard this faint laughter coming from somewhere in my car. If it hadn’t been for my seatbelt I would have jumped out of my skin. It took me a very long, scary, minute to figure out what was happening and where it was coming from. I thought for sure I was in a horror movie. Elmo now travels in the glove compartment when Scarli’s not in the car. I can still hear him laugh from time to time but if I turn up the music loud enough it drowns him out. After talking to some friends I have yet to find an adult that's ok with being in a dark car/room with him alone. And Elmo, to answer your question...no, I don't want to be your friend. You almost made a grown woman cry.