Cooper’s diapers feature Sesame Street characters as babies. I have been telling him about each character as we come across them during changes.
This morning around 5 a.m. we ran into Bert and Ernie, and stumbled into a conversation WAY too complicated for that dim hour while trying to explain why a man with a love of bubble-baths and his rubber ducky might live together in a garden-level apartment with a freakishly neat gentleman who raises pigeons.
There was a very Seinfeld-esque “Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” comment at one stage – and I believe I may have used the phrase “we fully support their alternative lifestyle,” somewhere in there as well.
Can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street?