Naptime with Jaws
Sharks, sharks, and more sharks!
That is what our house is all about these days with the almost three-year-old male.
So different from the princess phase that grew tiresome with Big Sister, but I'd now welcome. We checked out a book on sharks from the library, and that's all we've looked at since. The images of shark teeth and the fin sticking out of the water, á la Jaws, are cool to him but haunting to me.
I have a distinct childhood memory of hiding behind my Dad's recliner in the den, peeking at the Jaws movie on tv, when I was supposed to be in bed.
Scarred me for life. I never went in the ocean more than knee-deep again.
And now I have a shark enthusiast, so I guess I'll just have to get over it.
But I'm still not getting in that ocean.
|I always find Jaws to be comforting at naptime, don't you?|