Shark

I stumbled across a dead shark on a remote section of the beach one afternoon

Xan couldn't ask enough questions about it

at his insistence, we set off bright and early the next morning to find it

he was undeterred by the long walk ahead, or by the fact that it might have been washed away by the tide

 

  

we practically ran down the beach on our adventure

he asked question after question--had I seen it on the very wet sand, the little bit wet sand, or the dry sand...what did it's eyes look like, did it have teeth...and on and on

I prayed and prayed that his enthusiasm would be rewarded

just when I was beginning to wonder if we'd find it, I saw a promising blob in the distance

  

our shark

 

 

too late to say "don't touch it", he was all over that shark

he LOVED it, and I LOVED watching his joy

 

 

 

 

he's my little explorer