I am trying to figure out why I love Elmo so much. It's almost like an obsession. I think of Elmo while I sleep, I have an Elmo shirt, he's even on my diapers. I recently got an Elmo umbrella and I can't wait for it to rain.
Emma does love Elmo. Maybe we are fueling a relationship that is unhealthy. Maybe both my wife Adina and I have a need for a fuzzy red man with an orange nose who is never unhappy.
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