At dinner last night, Pete begins to tell about something he'd read.
"This Australian fisherman...," he begins.
"An Australian Fishman?" Daughter incredulously asks, imagining, I'm sure a 6' tall half man/half trout.
I'm laughing too hard to be considered a good mother. An Australian Fishman!
I know, I suck.
The existence of the shark Pete talked about is nearly as spectacular as a real, live Fishman.
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