Yesterday, T.R. turned 15. In honor of the occasion, he received, among other things The Shark, a time-honored family tradition begun one Christmas when my father made the mistake of giving it to me in the first place. After the shark appeared by surprise in the bathroom, the refrigerator, the cabinets, and so on, I was informed that I was having too much fun with the shark. Naturally, I wrapped it up beautifully and gave it to my mom for her birthday. Since then, it has traveled between family members, sometimes hidden within other gifts, sometimes taking a holiday off to allow the family time to forget what a box of shark size is likely to contain.
Brent asked me if I had put fresh batteries into the shark. I said, "Of course not!" With batteries, the shark plays the Jaws theme and then sings the beginning of "Mack the Knife." T. will have to find new batteries himself before we have to hear shark-sounds.
There is no explanation needed for the Napoleon hat, is there?
I love this kid.