The 3-Year-Old, in the shopping cart at Wal-Mart tonight, in the checkout line, at the top of his lungs:
I'M A WINO! I'M A WINO! I'M A WINO!
He was of course holding his toy triceratops, which he had incorrectly identified as a rhinoceros. He was waving it about and pretending it was announcing "I'm a rhino" to some imaginary audience. Only he was very foolishly mispronouncing "rhino" as "wino."
Everyone thought he was a total dork (or a very small alcoholic). I pretended I didn't know him.