Elmo finally snaps, asks kids “Who wants to die?”

Not that I can blame him what with the crappy jobs he’s getting these days:

Family members said 16-month-old Miranda Boll’s new book, “Potty Time With Elmo,” was supposed to teach an interactive lesson using voice commands.

However, when the book’s buttons are pressed, it reportedly says something it is not supposed to—“who wants to die?”

I don’t know about you guys, but I find the idea of a book titled Potty Time With Elmo to be pretty damn disturbing regardless of whatever the hell Elmo happens to say in it. There’s just something weird about having a puppet teach your kids how to take care of business in the bathroom.

And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I laughed out loud when I first read this news item. It just appeals to my dark sense of humor.

6 thoughts on “Elmo finally snaps, asks kids “Who wants to die?”

  1. Aww, man, now I’m REALLY tempted to get this!  After all, we’ve got one in the house that’s nearing potty-training time.

    Although if I did bring it into the house, the answer to “who wants to die?” would be ME—at Elwed’s hands.

  2. This seems like a classic example of how to avoid face to face communication with your kid.  Yeah, read her/him a story about how to shit in the pot and not in his/her pants.  Entertaining yes but when does the parent become the teacher and not the entertainer?  I vote to keep the use of puppets to ABCs and 123s and out of the bathroom!  Any one to second that?

    In the meantime I’m snickering about the concept too because it is also funny!

  3. The circuit bending crowd would love to get their hands on that book.  Circuit bending is taking things like children’s toys and cheap keyboards and poking around in them to see what kind of weird noises you can make that they aren’t designed to make.

  4. I’m with you, Momma.  Parents should be responsible for toilet training, not Elmo or anyone else.  We had ours trained pretty fast.  Of course, using cloth diapers provided us with a good incentive…

  5. Actually I can imagine myself on the toliet calmly reading a book and having some snot nosed brat push one of my buttons. Who wants to die indeed!

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