Pookie hasn’t talked to Elmo all day. So, now as I sit here trying to blog, Elmo keeps saying, “Elmo wants to play, Pookie. Squeeze Elmo’s hand, Pookie. Let’s play another game, Pookie.” Then when I figured Elmo had it out of his system and that he gave up on Pookie, he goes on! It's pretty freaky to hear Elmo talking in the middle of the night too. It's always like, "Whoa! What was that?!" My heart is then beating pretty fast because he just woke me up. And then I think, Stupid Elmo. Why'd you have to wake me up? But Elmo is so popular with Pookie and G. So I won't evict him.
No more talking toys, okay Grandma? Just kidding! Like I said, Pookie and G love him.