The year I was born, there was no such thing as Sesame Street, none of the icons we have grown to love existed. When I was four, Big Bird, Ernie, Bert, Kermit, Cookie Monster, and Oscar (who was originally orange) came into my living room and taught me about letters, sounds, numbers, and being kind to others. That last part didn’t stick as well as the numbers and letters, but it shows up every once in a while. Sesame Street and Jim Henson’s muppets have always been a part of my life, from that moment on. Every once in while I’ll catch an episode in passing- OK, Mr. Hooper isn’t around, Mr. Snuffleupagus isn’t imaginary anymore, and Cookie Monster? Let’s not even go there, but it’s still some great stuff for kids to learn the basics at a really young age. Oh and if you are counting, this is the 313th MINIon this year. Let’s count them shall we? One, one MINIon. Two, two MINIons. Three, three Minions Ha, ha, ha… Four, four glorious MINIons! Five…
Also today is my mom’s birthday so if you see her around wish a happy birthday- How old is she? Let’s just say older than me, and I’m older than dirt. You See Sesame Street taught me to be polite and not ask questions like that.