As I hit the snooze button for the second time this morning (and pushed my snoring husband onto his side for the fifteenth time in two hours), I heard mumbling from the boys bedroom.
Thinking somehow a radio had been left on, I snuck down the hallway only to realize it was Tanner taking to himself -- actually, it was more like he was doing an interview.
"Ohhhhh, Elmo. You okay? You ouchie? We help, Elmo!"
"Noel! Hayden! Help Elmo!"
"Okay, Elmo! Bye! See you! Have a good day!"