Saturday, December 10, 2005

Me want cookie! 

We've been watching a lot of Sesame Street at home lately. It holds Emily's attention far better than Higglytown Heroes. She's learned to say "Ernie" and "Elmo" (though to the untrained ear, it sounds more like "Uh-ee" and "Mo-mo") and can identify those two characters as well as Telly, who are all part of her bathtub playset.

As we were getting ready for bed last night, Misty and I were talking about classic Sesame Street skits that we remembered from our own childhoods. I mentioned the annual Christmas special where Cookie Monster kept trying to contact Santa, but was thwarted by his own appetite as he ate first his paper and pencil, then his typewriter, and finally his telephone.

Misty then said to me as if it was some sort of revelation, "Have you ever noticed that Cookie Monster doesn't really eat those cookies? They just crumble up and go everwhere, but nothing goes down his throat."

"Yes, dear," I told her. "That's because he's a puppet."