Five year-old Lucy was exposed to some advertisement for the New England Aquarium and became convinced that "there is a wading pool for little kids full of sharks in Boston." "Don't take me there," she asked. Evidently these are "killer sharks" at that. I tried to talk her out of this misconception with no luck.
During one of our long drives, I thought Lucy had nodded off, so I told the Sober Husband, "Lucy thinks there's a shark pool for wading in."
"There IS," Lucy said acerbically from the backseat.
I have an idea for IUA's Halloween costume next year, how about a (man/sister eating) SHARK!
Ooh, evil one. Currently she wants to be a Dalek, but that doesn't have a sister-tormenting angle to it (Lucy likes Daleks and likes squeaking out, "EXTERMINATE!")
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