Hey, she said it, I didn't.
He gave her the stink eye and she toddled on. Then, she stopped dead in her tracks, stared straight ahead and let out a high pitched squeal. Like a deer in headlights, there she was staring at a picture on the wall, about a foot off the floor, of the one and only ELMO. Who she still calls "Melmo". After the squeal she beamed at his picture and sort of sighed, "Meeeelmo!"
The next five minutes consisted of Lenny taking toys and books off the shelf, carrying them over to Elmo, showing them to him and then placing them gently on the floor in front of him.
Then I lit some incense, threw some oranges on top of the pile and bowed.
Elmo, he was pleased.