There's A Malfunctioning Elmo Afoot and I Can't Find It!

We did a total heave-ho of the upstairs a couple of weekends ago; moving everyone into a new room like a Chinese fire drill. The house is still in disarray, and the boys’ toys are now located in three rooms. The goal is to get it down to one room.

So there's an errant Elmo that keeps going off and asking you to read a story and point to things. I don't think to look for it during the day, until I put Matthew to bed and it starts its demented pleading. "It's Elmo story time!" or something like that. When I put Matthew down, I can't rummage through the toy box to destroy, I mean, turn off the Elmo because Matthew will hear me and want to get out of bed to help.

The slightest jostling sets Elmo off -- even walking through the room jars the creature to life. I have to hope that Moose stays out of that room during the night so that Elmo doesn't go off and scare us all to death (like Brandon's possessed Farmer Ernie a few years ago. What's with these Sesame Street characters anyway?)

Hopefully, I can remember to dig Elmo out of the toy rubble tomorrow and shove him through the paper shredder, I mean, move him somewhere where he won't suddenly go off anymore. Yeah, that's what I'll do.