Thalia: Elmo! Elmo! Elmo! Elmo!
Laura: No, Thalia, we're not going to watch Elmo at four in the morning.
Thalia: Aaaaaughhhh! ELMOOOOOOO!!!...
For forty minutes Thalia screamed for Elmo, until, finally, Laura's patient rocking lulled her back to sleep....We are not fans of Elmo right now.
P.S. A week later, it's my turn to rock Thalia back to sleep at four in the morning. She was perfectly quiet yet perfectly awake, and I was afraid she wouldn't get back to sleep. Then she whispered "Elmo" to me. Oh, no! Not this again!
She said "Elmo" a few more times before I realized that she wasn't saying his name at all. She was asking for milk: "a mil" – which is short for "I want milk" which sounds like "Elmo" somehow at four in the morning.
I jolted out of my stupor and got the babe some milk right away. Funny enough, the milk did the trick and she was asleep shortly after.
I would apologize to Elmo for what happened the other morning, but since it wasn't my watch, I can't say whether or not Thalia was thirsting for more milk or for some more furry red Sesame Street fun...
