Elmo out-ranks us as the object of Punky's affection these days. That little red monster gets more hugs and kisses in an hour than we manage to squeeze out of her the entire day.
She totes him from room to room. She talks to him. She feeds him snacks. She shares her sippy cup. She makes him do tumble sets. She lets him jump on the bed. She chews on his eyeballs and sucks his nose. She sleeps with her arm around him.
One night this week, I dared to put her to bed without Elmo. I had no clue where he was and I didn't think it would be a big deal. I mean, she had her frog that she's slept with for over a year now. But apparently the frog no longer cuts it. She carried on in her crib while I desperately scoured the house in search of where she stuffed him earlier that day. I finally found him in the cabinet under the TV.
Tonight we sat on the couch with her flashcards. And Elmo. About half way through the pile, she paused for a snack break. She ran to the end table and grabbed two cheese crackers out of her bowl. One went in her mouth; the other went in Elmo's.
After chewing and swallowing hers, she climbed back up on the couch to continue our game. It caught her attention that Elmo hadn't eaten his cracker. Rather than simply taking it like she's done a thousand times, tonight she decided to use her tongue and french kiss it out of his mouth and into hers. Fuzz and all.
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