O.k., so I know Moby Dick was tale of a whale or a whale of a tale (o.k., that was bad), but this adaptation involves a shark.
Today I played with my kids. Not that I don’t play with them everyday, but this playtime was different. I actually stopped and set everything aside and really focused on “playing”. We played pretend. I have a very imaginative son. Allow me to set the scene.
The whole house was a ship. The boy’s room was our submarine. Somehow we could go from being on a huge ship to being underwater in the submarine. It’s just pretend, so don’t try to figure it out. Just go with it. We are all three (that is, the five-year old, the 21 month-old and myself) in the boy’s room and he is giving us orders. He is the captain of this ship, you see, and that is his job. I am the first mate and the little girl is, “Numbua” (I have no idea where he comes up with these names). We all are wearing belts strapped around our chests and we all have weapons. I am armed with a military-grade machine gun, little girl is armed with a Star Wars Storm Trooper gun, and the captain is armed with a knife strapped to his chest and a sword. Nearby is an arsenal of swords, guns and bows. We are ready to take on this shark.
After arming ourselves, we follow our fearless leader to the back of the ship. It is from this vantage point that we are able to assess how large our prey is and if we should take cover in our submarine. It is not long before we find ourselves in danger’s path and we must head for shelter. We head hurriedly to the submarine room (it is at this point that I grabbed the camera). Once in the safety of the submarine we are able to stalk our prey. Our captain agonised over the decision to bomb the shark, but finally decides that this is the only way that we will all make it out alive.