Elmo and me
You would not think Elmo and I would have a lot in common. He is short, has red hair and I don’t have any. He knows all the words to the Sesame Street song and I have not quite pick up the tune. He says about 30 to 40 cute things. I am not nearly as cute but I am a bit more verbal.
On this particular day Nana suggested we might want to straighten out the toy box. Around our house Nana usually gets what Nana wants. It had been a few weeds since all three of our grandchildren were together for a couple of loud and busy days. The toy box was a mess. A 5 a 3 and a 2 year old had managed to taken every thing out of the large old wicker basket; legos, Lincoln logs, wooden trains, animals, pieces of games and puzzles, hundred of parts from a generation gone. Adding to the chaos was numerous newer plastic gadgets that actually make their own noise. The three some of course have not yet mastered the art of putting things back in an orderly fashion, so everything was just thrown together. You get the picture. Nana would say they take after their grandfather.
On this particular day it was just Eva the 2 year old and me. We made a game of it. I sat next to basket and handed pieces to this miniature person who would then put them into like piles. Of course we had to take frequent diversions from our ardgerous labors, so the task to organize the basket took sometime. Apparently 70 year olds are not supposed to sit flat on the floor for long periods of time.
Now here is were Elmo comes in, he doesn’t normally have anything to do with the toy box, he actually has his own chair in the living room. Did I mention he stands up sits down all by himself? So here is what we have in common. If you knock Elmo over he will just lay there for about 30 seconds then speak to you. If you are not expecting it, he will freak you out. He says,“Elmo has fallen down” then comes the bonding phrase “would you help me up please.”
I know exactly how he feels.