Did anyone see this last night?
Sesame Street on Top Chef. Sigh. It was a collision of worlds, my son's and mine. For one lovely, fleeting, 11-minute period of time, peace reigned the world. Harmony existed in my home. Mother and son, enjoying the same television. No clenching my butt cheeks through Barney. No muting the TV through a string of bad words on Sons of Anarchy, or covering eyes during hooker sex. (Just kidding, I don't watch that show with my son, um...)
Elmo, Padma, food and giggles. AMEN!!!!