If I develop a lifelong fear of puppets, you'll be able to trace it back to the puppet show Mom and Dad took me to a week and a half ago. It was a Sesame Street-themed show at a toy store downtown, so they thought I would enjoy it. And for a few moments I did, until suddenly everything took a turn for the worse...
Moments after this, I was in the midst of a full-blown, near-hyperventilating sobfest. Who knows what triggered that reaction, but I think Mom and Dad will wait a long time before taking me back to another puppet show.
