I’m sure it will come as no surprise that when we went to Target to buy a Halloween costume for Robbie on Friday night, he picked out an Elmo costume. Sure, he was enticed by the plane (which was actually a rocket – a word not really in his vocabulary yet). Heck, he even tried it on in the cart for awhile. But then he spied it. Elmo. And all hopes of having our son blast off down the block as a rocket ship were dashed. Secretly, I love that he’s so passionate about Elmo because I know this won’t last long. I had no idea the lengths this unabashed passion would go, though.
Robbie forgot about the costume until Saturday night when we got home from the mall. I suggested that we put it on to surprise Daddy. Robbie started drinking right away…
I left shortly after for Lawrence’s homecoming (an adventure in and of itself), placing Robbie in the capable hands of my generally level-headed husband. I expected to return home to a toddler fast asleep in bed. Instead, I came home to this:
That’s right, ladies and gentleman. My toddler was replaced by a muppet. Justin managed to get Robbie out of his Elmo costume for a brief ten-minute bath and then the toddler-turned-muppet demanded to be Elmo again. In fact, Sunday morning, when I asked Robbie his name, he informed me that he was Elmo. He even went to church dressed in his Elmo costume. I figured God would understand. And it gives me good material for his first date, graduation, and wedding.