In Florida last week for a bit of vacation and possibly some writing (less than desired…), we had the rare treat of a manatee swimming right up the dock where we were staying.
The child in this photograph is definitely not my kid, and is definitely not feeding lettuce to the manatee. I swear (crosses fingers and holds breath).
Being a child of the ’80s and a nerd, I immediately began singing “Whoa-oh here she comes! Watch out boy, she’ll chew you up. Whoa-oh here she comes! She’s a man-a-tee!”
Many apologies to Daryl Hall and John Oates. I am relatively certain they did not write that song about a sea cow.