Barb’s Burblings

So I’m reading Street Gang: The Complete History of Sesame Street, and I got to a blurb on when Grover was “born”:

Ultramarine blue Grover was born looking at himself in a mirror, as was fitting for an exuberant, wiry, self-aware projection of four-year-old energy. Self-referential and prone to calling himself a “cute, furry little monster,” Grover was Sesame Street’s equivalent of a second-born child, the more carefree, confident, assertive sibling who aims to please. He recovers easily from stumbles, makes the best of situations, explores without inhibitions, and plays well with others. (pp. 166-167)

And how Grover got his name, according to Jon Stone:

“I asked, ‘What do you think your name is?’ Grover would study himself in the mirror and try a few out. ‘Armand? Hector? Perhaps my name is Grover.’” (p. 167)

Awesome. This explains why I love Grover–I’m a second-born child. This also explains why I keep referring to my cats as “furry.”