Nemo shares a name with one of the Thomas the Tank Engine characters (Sir Topham Hatt!), and we've been playing with our large collection of trains and watching our videos a lot lately. One of our DVDs has several little stories, all narrated by George Carlin, and in between each story they show a series of engines/characters from the stories with their names written beside them. I narrate each of these, naming each engine, and Nemo repeats each one, except his own, where instead of saying the name, he says "Meeeeeeeeee!" Like it is the most wonderful thing ever to share a name with a Thomas character. Which, to a 2 1/2 year old, I suppose it is.
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I'm standing at the end of the aisle of rubbermaid tubs in Target, waiting my turn because the aisle is completely blocked by a combination of a collection of the largest tubs littering the floor instead of being stacked neatly on the shelves and a little old lady pushing a cart and clutching a small piece of paper, alternately peering at things on the labels of the bins and writing on her paper. I'm standing back, watching down the aisle and leaning on my cart. In front of me are two guys, thin but muscular, rocker types, with dyed black hair, white t-shirts, black jeans, studded belts, boots, and impressive tatoos down their arms. One was in his younger twenties, taller, and the other was shorter and in either his late thirties or early forties. They had no cart and were empty handed, and were in the middle of a conversation about the rubbermaid tubs.
The older one said something about how those would work, the younger one gestured toward something and the older one said, "but you gotta be careful with these big ones, because once it gets loaded up with all those tools, what do you think will happen?" The younger one looked thoughtful but said nothing.
I waited a full minute, then said "It will be too heavy to carry." The older one grinned and nodded at me, then the two of them walked around the aisle to enter it from the other side, coming up behind the lady, just as she made it far enough down the aisle I could get into it with my cart to get what I needed. I grabbed bins and shoved them back on the shelves as I went. The older of the two guys grabbed a couple of bins, made the younger get the lids, then they disappeared around the end of the aisle as the older one said "Now let's get out of here before I end up in the women's lingerie section."
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