By Amy Shearn, REDBOOK
My two-year-old has an imaginary friend named Pretend-Murray. She talks to him constantly. "Pretend-Murray!" she'll exclaim while excavating a small mountain of plush. "Why are you sitting on the table?" Or: "Pretend-Murray! Don't poop on your shirt!" (Pretend-Murray poops A LOT.)
Pretend-Murray is furry and orange, and enjoys preschool, having adventures, and playing with The Big Kids, an amorphous group of mischievous but fun children who Harper also spends a lot of time with. I'd love to say she just has an outstanding imagination but alas, she did not create the Murray on which Pretend-Murray is based. The good people at Sesame Street did that. Yes, her Murray is the Sesame Street Murray who has apparently joined the crew sometime in the decades since I frequented the muppet nabe myself -- the large, floppy host who ties together segments by screaming bon mots like "THAT'S THE WORD ON THE STREET!"
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