No one asked but my least favorite toy when I was a kid (besides the evil china doll) was bathtime Elmo. Now what could be so bad about Elmo? You might ask. Elmo’s a nice, friendly, pure muppet. Well this Elmo was a bath toy, which meant he didn’t have fur, he just had this saggy, sort of loose red puffy skin which was meant to make him look like a muppet, which it sort of did when he was completely underwater or completely dry, but when he was wet and pulled out of the water, he just looked like a wrinkly drowned rat or a plucked chicken. His plastic eyes bulged out of his head like grapes and they were always looking at you. And he was heavy, too, when he was wet, and it took hours for him to dry. He had a little string loop on the back of his neck, and my mom used to hang him up from the showerhead.
Now imagine you have to get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and there’s Elmo, turning slowly on the gallows with his black muppet mouth lolling open and his eyes wide and his wrinkly skin dripping into the bathtub. Gosh I hated elmo




