Christmas Day, 1978.  I'm almost two.

Kermit and I are buds.

First grade.  Kermit goes to school with me because my first-grade
teacher has the matching Grover.  They're our class mascots.

2004.  Kermit turns 25.
He sits on top of the bookshelf in my bedroom.

He's the oldest original toy I own.  He's a little fuzzy,
but all in all in good shape.