The following conversation happened last night after dinner while Brooke and I were cocooning in bed.
She was watching Elmo’s World on her iPad and I was finishing a terribly written yet improbably compelling mystery that I picked up on the island. As soon as the conversation was over, she went back to Elmo and the Noodles, and I came here to record the conversation. Because Oh My God.
One note of warning: I typed this on my phone – with one thumb. I think you’ll understand why.
Brooke: Mr. Noodle can’t accept our apology!
Me: Why not, baby?
Her: Because he can’t talk.
Me, my voice thick with urgency: Oh, Brooke, please don’t think that. Just because he…
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