I swear it's what I remember her saying even though it now sounds wise beyond her years.) "Why?" we squeaked, as nonchalantly as possible. And, without missing a beat, she said, "not much." (Memory is a funny thing. "What do you think about being on Sesame Street?" we asked. (She actually tried to eat her hair while I was singing a song, which was more than a little distracting.)Ĭlearly, Gabi felt uncomfortable on television-so my husband and I decided to find out why. She showed her discomfort in little ways: refusing to be a Birdketeer, refusing to let me run a brush through her hair off camera, then trying to eat her hair on camera. But, not long after she started walking, she started rebelling. (And not only was I going to get paid for it - she was going to get paid for it too!) It was fine as long as all Gabi had to do was sit on my lap and stare at Big Bird. I was going to be able to work with my baby. As mothers around me struggled with whether or not they should work, or stay home with their babies, I was going to have the opportunity to do both. In 1988, when Gabi was born, she was slated to play my daughter on the show.
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