At the grocery store, Owen is strapped to me in the baby restrainer and Nina is attempting to put groceries on the belt, then trying to climb into the giant racing car cart by herself, then attempting to push the cart over to a bench to give herself a boost. The cart veers into the register and is wobbling up and down as she tries unsuccessfully to swing her legs up and over the side.
Me: Nina, please stop trying to get into the cart.
Checkout guy: She is very movey.
"Movey" isn't a word, but it does accurately describe my child right now.
Nina: Blah blah blah blah... go in the cart... blah blah blah blah.
Checkout guy: Did you ever see "Cheaper by the Dozen?"
Nina: Blah blah blah blah... I can't get in I can't get in I can't get in I can't... blah blah blah blah.
Me: Yes.
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| Three professional race car drivers are needed to steer this monstrosity. |
Me: Nina, please stop trying to get into the cart.
Checkout guy: She is very movey.
"Movey" isn't a word, but it does accurately describe my child right now.
Nina: Blah blah blah blah... go in the cart... blah blah blah blah.
Checkout guy: Did you ever see "Cheaper by the Dozen?"
Nina: Blah blah blah blah... I can't get in I can't get in I can't get in I can't... blah blah blah blah.
Me: Yes.
Nina: Blah blah... Help! Mommy I can't get in... blah blah blah blah.
Me: Nina, don't get in the cart right now, I need to leave it in the store.
Checkout guy: This is like the same thing, except with two kids instead of 12.
Nina: Blah blah blah... I need to get in! I need to get in! I need to get in!... Blah blah blah blah.
Me: Yeah, the baby is one kid and she is the other 11.
Nina: Blah blah blah blah!
At least that's confirmation of what I've always suspected. Having one Nina is like having a dozen other children.
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