No greater love hath a mother...

...(especially a pregnant one) than to take her child to see Elmo on "preschool and daycare group day." That's right, Jack and I went over to the Ted yesterday to see Sesame Street Live with a thousand other children and approximately five chaperones. We got to sit right up front (the benefits of going on a Thursday morning), Jack had a ball and my desire to have a small family was reaffirmed. For awhile, his attention was focused solely on the lemonade (yemonade) and pretzel we shared as a treat, but he actually really liked the show itself.




I also got a small glimpse of what my life is going to be like for the next 15 years. They had more useless, worthless junk that they were selling for 20 bucks a pop minimum. I think souvenirs are fun and if they had had a book or a doll or something that might actually be of interest past this week, I would have been happy to get it. But they had weird stuff like a noisemaker and a pennant. A pennant? Cripes. Fortunately Jack was content with his yemonade and pretzel (really just the salt on the pretzel) and I scored major points. So all in all it was a pretty good day.

Oh I almost forgot the best part - as I was standing in line to pick up tickets, I heard one of the daycare people say "Messiah! Messiah - come here!" I could not contain my laughter. How bold is it to name your kid Messiah? At no point is he/she ever going to live up to that name so you're basically just saying from the start that he/she is a huge disappointment. Cracked me up.