My mom got my son an Elmo Live for Christmas.
This was by far his biggest, fanciest present.
(Quick background in case you don't own a small child, Elmo Live is a talking, singing, dancing, sitting, standing, generally hyperactive Elmo doll. Click this link and you can watch a video of Elmo in action.)
Being the cheap mom of a son with a high potential for destruction, I'm generally against talking dolls that cost $60 dollars, but Grandmas have their sneaky ways.
My mom has been saving coupon codes off of coffee products forever. She figured out how to redeem them and get an Elmo for free so I couldn't object very effectively.
Even if I'm a bit of a scrooge, I really thought he was going to love the new Elmo. (I'm just also convinced he will break it and forgot about it in a few months.)
And he did love it.
He loved Elmo right up to the moment it started to talk and move.
He took one look at Elmo in his full gesturing, articulating glory and freaked out. Total and complete toddler meltdown.
Their first introduction ended with Elmo being beaten over the head with a toy dust pan.
Apparently, he decided Elmo needed to die.
Not exactly the reaction I was anticipating.
Later Christmas day, my mom called to ask if the little guy loved Elmo. Sometimes I really wish I was better at lying.