This morning Grant asked me if baby sharks came out of eggs. I told him I didn't think so (where's Max when you need him?). Grant then proceded to tell me that when he went to shark alley with his Daddy that he saw sharks kissing. Then the sharks fell in love and had baby sharks.
I just wish I could see the images he sees in his head when he is imagining these things... or maybe not.
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