You Talk for Elmo!

"You hold Elmo."
"You talk for Elmo."
This is what I hear from Rory every day now. I hold Elmo and I talk for him. She talks right back to him and totally accepts that it's not really him talking, but Mom. Cracks me up. She'll look right at him, tap him on the head, and say, "Hey Elmo, want to play a favorite game?" When "Elmo" says yes, she takes a toy fire engine and runs it all over him, requiring me to try and duplicate Elmo's signature laugh. Ahh, the mind of a toddler.