She wouldn't stop shaking the bag

We're watching "Finding Nemo" for, oh, the seventeen thousand, four hundred and thirty-sixth time.  Or something like that.  Who's counting? 

Not that I don't love this movie, or all the other movies we watch constantly--I do love them.  (I take care to covertly remove, permanently, any DVD that I cannot stand.  Fifi & the Flowertots, I'm looking at you.)  But I feel like it's sort of unnatural that I can recite nearly entire scripts from any Pixar film.  I think Dory is my favorite character (Ellen Degeneres stole the show!), but Mater is a close second.  And whoever WRITES these scripts is brilliant, because there's really not a dud in the bunch. 

I guess there's one big benefit to my script recall capabilities:  my son, who's 3, thinks I am terribly entertaining.  If all else fails, I can start singing, "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming, what do we do, we swim. . ."  Or I can break out the whale talk.  Either way, he cracks up.  Very helpful skill to have when nothing else is working to break the current tantrum.

Not that we have ANY tantrums around here, or anything.  But I might be having one myself shortly, because a Teletubbies video was just requested.  I haven't managed to get rid of those yet, because while I hate them, my son LOVES THEM with a passion.  Time for Teletubbies, then, I guess.  Thank god for coffee.