One morning, the little one ran into the kitchen, “Elmo naughty corner,” she said to me.
Puzzled and so I asked, “Elmo? Naughty corner?”
“He bit me! Elmo goes naughty corner,” she exclaimed like it’s a matter of fact.
Poor Elmo. I wonder how did Elmo bite her with that locked jaws and toothless mouth of his.