Oh Elmo...

How I hate thee. You have turned my daughter into an obsessed little girl. Everything is about Elmo. All day she sings your song, all day she wants Elmo, and of course who am I do deny her the thing she wants most? So I buy your crap, she does the happy, happy, joy, joy dance and I smile the weak smile of a mother that has been beaten down by an annoying furry red monster and the twinkle in her daughter's eye.