Caitlin has a large Elmo doll with big googly plastic eyeballs that double as weapons that Alan bought that she loves to drag around the house. I washed him on the gentle cycle and put him outside to dry because he could use a “bath” and because eventually I must wash everything in our house that fits in the washing machine. Elmo’s tag says “surface clean only,” but do I let this deter me? Nah. Any way, he now has water sloshing around in his eyeballs. Great. It’s not like he’s one of these small nondescript toys that I can purge when I am making a Goodwill goody bag. PLEASE dry Elmo. I’m begging you.