That's not Elmo

Boy has always had a fear of people in mascot suits. That goes for Mall Santas as well. He just won't go near the things. I really don't blame him. He's a pretty perceptive kid. We're at his preschool Halloween Jamboree or whatever the heck they call it. Boy is dressed as a fireman. Again, I call attention to his love of occupational uniforms. It's time for the costume parade down the halls of the school. All the kids line up for the photo-op. And look who they drag out to lead the parade. It's Elmo! All the kids are very excited. Who doesn't love Elmo? Even Boy loves Elmo. Girl can't get enough of that Elmo TMX. Boy is excited when he hears Elmo is in the building, his own school building. Then sees him. Of course it's one of those furry costumes with somebody inside. His face drops and he grabs me. "That's not Elmo." "What do you mean that's not Elmo?" "Elmo is small." I've got to agree. Can you imagine how freaky it must have been for Boy to imagine cute little 2-foot Elmo and out comes gigantic diorama crushing Elmo-zilla. The scale really is not correct. How come none of the other kids have a problem with this?