This was supposed to be one of my birthday presents, but I found it about a week early. Mom kept hiding it in a new spot, and I'd find it again every time. Mom calls it Elmodar, though I did the same thing with Brobee (Mom wouldn't let me have that bag, so I started calling it Mom's Brobee...and she still wouldn't let me near it!). She finally let me open the Elmo box, and even helped me put it together.
I tried to pick up Elmo, but the pieces wouldn't stay together, so I decided to hang out on the table with him. He's about my size!
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