You know if you say if you’re for equal pay, but you can’t say if you’ll sign a bill for equal pay, you might have Romnesia.” And: “If you say you think women should have access to contraceptive care, but you support legislation that would let employers deny contraceptive care, you might have Romnesia.” And another: “If you say you you’ll protect a woman’s right to choose, but you stand up in a primary debate and say you’d be delighted to ban abortion in all cases, then you definitely have Romnesia.” But you don’t need to worry, said the President. “If you have Romnesia, here’s the good news—Obamacare covers preexisting conditions. We can fix you! We can make you well.
Most of the time, we have to coach him and teach him every new word, and he only uses his words because we make him (he’ll bring me his cup when he wants milk, and I make him say, “Milk” before I’ll fill it up) or in response to a direct question we’ve coached him on (“What does the cow say?” “Mooooo.”) Tonight he picked up a new word completely unprompted for the first time, and he said it completely on his own with no coaching. He looked at a picture of the big yellow bird Romney wants to fire, and he said, “Big Bird!”
This is something he should have done 6 months ago, maybe even longer. But he finally did it tonight, and I could not be prouder. And it was thanks to Sesame Street. I’m certainly not the type of person who parks my kid in front of the television all day, but no matter how much I work with him and teach him and pull my hair out trying to make him talk, at the end of the day I’m just his mom. Big Bird is a rock star. Elmo and Ernie and Cookie Monster are superheroes. They inspire him and motivate him in ways that I can’t.