Shark Boy...
wrinkles up his little nose and glares at my camera over the rim of the tub.
His gaze is menacing... it seems to warn "don't come to close with that thing!"
Then, in an instant his expression changes, he sits up and smiles...
uttering his most common question-
"Where Dada?"
"Momma!" I say
"Momma's right here.... can you say M-O-M-M-A?"
He stands up, smacking the tub like a drum, while singing...
"dada dada dada." -
and giggles! I think he knows what he's doing that mischevious little thing!
I just can't win with the shark boy today! :-(