Fish Monsters

We were on vacation at my mom's house last week. We did the 'Chicago Tourist' thing with Finn. The weather was SO CRAPPY, and put a damper on our plans, but it was still nice to get away (from the dogs). My mum was gracious enough to put us up in her humble abode, and even let us have her bedroom and kick-ass bathroom. It was a sweet deal for us, and very nice of her.

One of the places we went to was the Shedd Aquarium, a long time favorite of Tom and mine. We LOVE the sharks, and the new oceanarium was fantastic. Finn, though, was less impressed. This was surprising, as he always points out fish, dolphins, whales, sharks, frogs, and turtles when he sees them. I really thought he'd be a pretty sea-faring kid. So far, no dice.

He was frustrated and not as interested in the fish as we'd hoped. He was happy to be out and playing, but it could have been Fuddruckers for all he cared! When we got to the Lake fish, though-- the big, gnarly, ugly ones, he hid his face and cried 'monsters' until we took him away. We thought nothing of it and moved on-- until that night.

HOLY CRAP!

He screamed bloody murder for over an hour, telling me there was monsters, and he was scared. This was presumably preempted by a nightmare about those stupid fish, but needless to say we were quite shocked by the whole thing, and will wait a little longer before we go to the Shedd again...