The Muppets are mine and my Dads' love language. And it's weird, because I'm not even sure how much my Dad really likes The Muppets. If you mention Sesame Street, he'll just start going on about Roosevelt Franklin, which, to be fair, is a slightly deeper cut than Bert or Ernie. Maybe my Dad's dorkier than … Continue reading on the verge of my 30’s, what i learned at sesame street live