Elmo is a just a red Grover.

Yesterday the Wee came home from daycare wearing a borrowed shirt, since she’d gotten hers wet. The borrowed shirt was a snazzy blue fleece number, with the googly eyes, round pink nose and crooked smile rounding out a face so familiar from my youth. “You’ve got a Grover shirt on!” I said to the Wee as I picked her up. She threw her body back and cried, “It’s Elmo!” “No, Elmo is red, this person Grover is blue,” I replied. “No, Elmo! ELMO!” she shouted.

At least we know she’s not racist. Though maybe she’s just colorblind.