My son is obsessed. It’s the second word out of his mouth in the morning, as he hopefully looks up at me from under his mile long eye lashes.
I usually laugh and kiss his cheeks and say, yes, Elmo. He loves loves loves loves loves Sesame Street. I own 5 seasons, because the thirteenth time I watched that one episode, much as I do love it, I felt like I was going to tear my hair out.
When one episode ends, (and he knows when it’s going to end) he always does this little hop-footed dance and asks “ELMO ELMO ELMO?!” When I inevitably say no, and suggest we read or play blocks, he cries. Sobbing, he points to his face and yells, “HAPPY! HAPPY!” and snots all over the place. This is because we’ve often withheld things he is angrily demanding until we see a “happy face.” This has led him to sob and flail whilst yelling, “happy!!!!” and pointing to his wailing mouth. It would be hilarious if it wasn’t so sad.
After a minute the sobs die down, and we play blocks or read a book for a while. I swear I will not be one of those parents who allow devices to parent for me (at least, not consistently). There is nothing more special than holding Caden in my lap, reading a book or playing with a toy. Especially when he looks up at me with that sweet smile and says, “Elmo?”
We watch a lot of Sesame Street.