Sing with me Elmo has some problems. we were so sick of hearing him that I stashed it in my bedroom. This morning at 2AM Randy and I were awakened with "A,B,C,1,2,3, sing with Elmo"
It scared us half to death. Randy was grumbling if it wasn't the kids now it is stupid Elmo! I grabbed my scissors off the dresser and was ready to cut the battery pack out of Elmo and be done with it. Randy had a bit cooler head and got his toolman and just removed the batteries.
Elmo will not be getting his batteries put back in any time soon!
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Oh girl! I remember those fun toys! I can't even imagine how incredible your heavenly crown will be for voluntarily laying your life down for smaller children who play with toys such as "sing with me elmo"!
Hey, will you tell Randy how proud I am of him (and you). You guys are really great mentors to children who need exactly what you have for them.
Keep your head held high. You are of noble blood...a royal priesthood. Amy's right about the crown.
I don't know what's worse...the singing Elmo's (which my son knows NOTHING about, so please everyone...shhh!) OR the trains that are buried in the toy box and start "Whoo-whooing" in the middle of the night when no one has touched them and they are supposed to be off.
POOR ELMO!!!!!!! You better watch out, when you aren't watching Marty is liable to sneak those batteries back in!!!!!! LOL
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