Sesame Street was always a staple in our household growing up. It also used to be one of Dude’s obsessions. Elmo Saves Christmas, Christmas Eve on Sesame Street, and Sesame Street’s 25th Birthday Musical Celebration are among the VHS tapes I have seen too many times to count. Somewhere around adolescence, Dude gradually fazed PBS out of his daily entertainment.
While on our super lazy, relaxing vacation, we decided to play games one night. When packing games for trips or game nights, the family rule is that we need to bring at least one game that Dude can play with everyone. We often settle on Bingo, or Frustration, or some kind of memory matching game. Another staple is UNO.
On this particular night, we decided to play a game of UNO. It was Dude’s turn and he needed to match a red card or a three. He scanned the cards resting in his cardholder. Dad peered over his shoulder, waiting to see what move Dude would make.
“You need a red or a three, Dude,” Dad reminded him. “Which do you want to pick?”
“Three! Ah ah ah,” Dude replied.