When Mason was very little and not even able to walk, Laura thought it was just great fun to buy something for Mason everytime she left the house. Usually, these little trinkets consisted of stuffed toys, little baby shoes, and tiny slippers in shapes of various animals. When ever questioned, her respones would always be "aren't they sooo cuuuute". I guess "cute" is lost on me. Seems to me that Mason is going to out grow the shoes and slippers before he even gets a chance to wear them. But I digress…I couldn't ever convince her that she didn't need to buy something every time she went to the store. From the amount of stuff that he has overflowing out of his toy box, I can safely assume that I did not win that particular battle.
Anyway, we have little slippers scattered all over the house. You never know where your are going to find one. Saturday morning, Mason came into our room at 7 am sharp to remind us that there is a whole world out there and there is no time for sleeping. How silly of us to enjoy sleep once in a while. As I am still trying to figure out what is pulling on my arm yelling "daaaaaadddd!!, daaaaaadddd!", Laura is up and getting her clothes out of the dresser. In there, she finds two small slippers shaped like Elmo from Sesame Steet. They are obviously too small for Mason now and she sets them on the bed.
Mason sees the slippers that he had apparently stashed away in his seceret hiding place. He gets all excited and starts saying "oooohhhh, ooooohhhh, ooohhh" runs over, grabs them and heads over to the stairs. He is in such a hurry that he has no time to go down the stairs correctly, or even facing forward for that matter. He lays down on his belly at the top of the stairs with his feet pointing down and gives a push. He looked like a bobsledder with a bad sense of direction. Sliding down the stairs feet first is apparently much faster than walking. He picks himself up and heads to the living room and goes straight toward his toy box. He starts grabbing toys with both hands and flings them backwards letting them fly where ever. One poor little stuffed donkey ended up face first in a cactus. Of course, whatever Mason was looking for had to be on the very bottom 'cause he emptied the entire toy box to get to it…a stuffed Elmo doll that makes noise when the belly is pressed. That toy can, on occasion, stop your heart by stepping on it in the middle of the night and hearing "oohh la la la loo loo la". Visions of Chucky flashed through my mind the first…and second time that happened.
After finding his long lost toy, which I have not seem him play with…ever…he proceeded to put the Elmo slippers on the Elmo doll. Mason was so proud of himself that he just had to take the doll to mom and show it off.
At least that particular pair of slippers is not getting wasted…it is keeping the feet of a stuffed doll warm.
Tags: Elmo
