First Son has recently become enamored (again) with a certain video featuring a small red monster. It's nice to see First Daughter a bit intrigued with the TV (horrible, I know, but it is useful to have a reliable distraction on occasion; though I am dismayed at the thought that "Elmo" may soon be her first word), but she always comes racing to one of us grown folks when Mr. Noodle or his brother, Mr. Noodle, appears on screen.
I'm with you, little one. They are scary.
