Ticket

The other day Sam and Tjabe were driving and saw a police car that had pulled someone over. Thence began a conversation about laws, the job of the police, and tickets (which Sam explained as a "grown-up spanking"). Tjabe came home and sat in a chair for (not exaggerating) ten minutes, silently pondering all of this and occasionally asking a question about breaking the law. I think he is either terrified or convinced he wants to be a policeman now.

Costco

Tjabe, at the dinner table tonight:

"When I'm a daddy, when I go to work, my work is gonna be at Costco." Pause. "I'm serious. I'm gonna be a Costco man."

This was after his harrowing experience at Costco this afternoon, where he found a new hero. Tjabe always carries the receipt from the checkout line to the receipt checker at the door. After getting our receipt highlighted, we were walking out when a strong wind blew the receipt out of his hands, back into Costco, and far under a vending machine. So far under, in fact, that we couldn't even see it. He was in tears (he takes his duties very seriously), and I needed the receipt myself, so we eventually found someone who could print us out a duplicate. Needless to say, that person saved his day. Did I mention that this experience was harrowing only to Tjabe?