Yesterday at music class, our teacher got out the big drums so we could have a little drum circle (yep, its that kind of class). I was encouraging Savannah to go to a particular drum that didn’t already have seven kids climbing on it, so I said “Why don’t you go play the drums with Alma?” Alma is this little girl in the class about Savannah’s age.
Savannah’s head whipped around and she said “Elmo?”. “No Savannah, ALMA”. She starts pointing and laughing (!!!) at poor Alma while saying “Elmo, Elmo, Elmo!”
Alma’s mom was very understanding and laughed along with Savannah, but I was a bit horrified.
Poor Alma.