So, when the Amazon box came and it was a little smaller than what I was expecting, I figured that Elmo hadn't made this trip. I was wrong. I was sooooooo very wrong.
You've really got to hand it to the employees in Amazon's fulfillment warehouse. Their packing game is totally on point. They've created a whole new level of efficiency*... (*post-it a la moi)
I haven't laughed so hard in a very, very, very long time. I'm almost ashamed to admit that. Almost. Also, I've gotta say, I'm really glad that Peanut didn't get to see him in his "shipped" state. She would've criiiiiiied... oh, the tears that would've flowed while demanding "out, owwwwwttttt!"
Don't worry, though! He puffed back up nicely and only required minimal squishing and smooshing of the head to return to normal.
*No Elmos were seriously hurt during the making of this post. I could've let him out sooner... But where would the fun have been in that?!?