Grandmas tell the best stories...

So here was the exchange last night between my mother, and my visiting 3-year-old nephew when he asked her to read him a bedtime story (without the book):

Nephew: Grandma, please read me a Nemo bedtime stowwy.

My mother: Once upon a time, there was a red fish named Nemo; and I don't know what the hell happened to Nemo...

Oh poor Nemo.