Thar he blows!

I’m holding the baby, and we’re standing near the refrigerator. She is entranced by the variety of magnets we have.
Magnetic, or personality.  Can't have both. She’s pointing: “Shamu?” “No, honey, that’s a dolphin. From Sea World.”

“Shamu?” “No, another dolphin.” (the name had rubbed off, I think an aquarium)

Shamu!” This time she pointed to a picture. Of me.

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