A hero for five minutes. But what a five minutes it was. All thanks to Elmer the Elephant. Or I should say finding Elmer. Which I did. And which made me a hero. Even if for only five short ones.
I’ll take it.
It had been bedlam that morning. Mother and child hurrying about the house, trying to find something. Heck if I knew what. All I knew is it looked like there had been an avalanche of stuffed animals in my daughter’s closet, and there may or may not have been one of my family members trapped below them.
“Is anybody under there?” I called. “Should I go get a shovel?”
I was relieved to see my wife calling from the other room to my daughter — they were late for summer camp. The little girl walked up to me, calm as can be, and asked in her little girl voice, “Dad, do you know where Elmer is?”
Elmer? Who the heck is Elmer?