"No papa no!"
I am shopping with my family. I am pushing my grand daughter through the canned food section of a grocery store. Her eyes are filling with tears. Then I see why she is crying.
"Sweetheart, that isn't canned mermaid. The mermaid is just selling Tuna."
I buy her some spring flowers to get her mind off the possibility that grandpa isn't telling her the truth.
My grand daughter is on vacation with her father and mother on a Texas beach. Cordelia sees four girls waist deep in the gulf water with their brightly colored bikini tops. She tells her daddy she wants to meet the mermaids. The girls explain to her that they aren't mermaids but they saw one swim by.