I’m holding the baby, and we’re standing near the refrigerator. She is entranced by the variety of magnets we have.
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.
Child obviously needs to get her eyes checked!
Father of the Sea?
Ouch…but I blog at Whaling Season so I feel your pain.
I love that girl. hehe
And take a new picture of yourself!