Tickle Me Elmo, or, The End is Near

So the little girl I babysit is learning to talk and she said my name last week for the first time. It was, well, pretty cool. She still cries when I show up at the door but she calms down maybe 10 seconds after her parents leave and then she tells me stuff. Here's an example:

"Mcpooooooooooollllllllaaaaaaaac, babblebabblebabblePooh!babblebahloongibberishbahloongibberishspohnbab."

I of course pretend to know exactly what she is saying.

She's also picked up one of my mannerisms -- to calm her down in our early babysitting times together I would pat her arm and tell her things would be OK. Tonight while we sat next to each other on the floor watching a video she said my name and then reached up and patted me. On the left breast. So I'm not sure what to do about that. I moved her hand to my shoulder but she went for the boob a second and a third time. And again with the patting. Any advice on how to correct this behavior?

In other wee one news, she got a Tickle Me Elmo TMX and I'll be goddamned if it just doesn't freak me out. It is very Terminator-esque, all furry Elmo shell over a robotic interior, along with the fact that It. Just. Won't. Stop. It rolls around on the floor, stands up, falls down again, hyperventilates, waves its arm around.

Yes, that's right, arm. As in singular. The other arm is this dead thing, stitched to the side of its body. It's like it had a stroke or something. It's Dick Clark!

Oh I am surely going to spend some time in purgatory for that one. But seriously, Tickle Me Elmo TMX is a scary, scary thing.