In my continuous Googling of warm, sunny places (an activity that usually doesn't become unavoidable until January but after our unseasonably grey summer has become necessary now even though, for the record, I prefer cool, somewhat overcast weather, even I have my limit of how low my vitamin D can dip before I go insane), I learned that Elmo lives at an all-inclusive Jamaican resort! Who knew? (You'd think with all that fur, he might choose someplace cooler and less sunny—like, say, Seattle.)
The idea of a warm, beachy vacation in which Elmo swings by during breakfast to say a quick hello and give us all hugs sounds like HEAVEN. Who am I? Why would anyone want to ever encounter a five-to-six-foot-tall Sesame Street character, much less when on VACATION?
For the record, if I were contemplating a trip withOUT my toddler, an Elmo sighting would be HELL... Unless I had my camera with me... Then it would actually be kind of fun to photo-document and send to the toddler at home to show her that Mama is cool. Mama hangs with Elmo—even on vacation.
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