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Toys R Us Yesterday I took my niece Vivian to Toys R Us to pick up an Elmo doll her parents said she wanted. I’m not sure how much 'want' a 15 month old can truly express. You got me on that one, but they said she'd enjoy the drive and has been 'talking' about Elmo for days. Talking? Yeah, ok.
Afterward we wheeled through the parking lot to my brother’s car and I installed Vivi in the baby seat and placed Elmo next to her for the ride home. On the way back I occasionally sang to Vivi from the front seat, spying her in the rear view mirror looking perplexed and entertained by my singing. As we rounded the bends of the highway I wondered if she was really safe back there with only steel and glass to protect her, and I wondered which one of us was enjoying the drive more.
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Copyright © 2001 Hope E. Marino All rights reserved
I
have to admit though, when we rounded the aisle and spotted the row of red
Elmos lined up and ripe for picking, she recognized him. She squirmed
from the cart seat that bound her pudgy thighs reaching out for her mysterious
friend, her mysterious friend who appears on the box in the living room, and
who was now there in real life waiting with arms open wide. I
pulled down an Elmo from an array of his clones, still captive in his display
box and handed him to Vivi who looked at him and queried “Elmoh?” in disbelief
of her good fortune of stumbling upon her friend.