The baby turns in his bed, all warm in his shark onesie, his stuffed one against his chest, sucking on his pacifier, which was too decorated with sharks. His tears had dried, and he finally fell asleep, even after you replaced his beloved sharks wallpapers by a white one. He had calmed down. At least, that was until you took it from him...He starts tearing up.

My pacifier ! Give it back !

He looks at you as you frown, with hopeful eyes, just to see you snatching his plush away from him. His eyes widen in horror, too young to understand it's for his own good...he did hurt a child to protect his dear Sharky, and if the toddler's family agreed not to take charges, they asked you to get rid of any shark items he had. It has gone too far. The toy had a bad influence on him, and so did his obsession for sharks.

No ! Noooo !! Not my cute little shark ! Sharky ! Give it back ! Sharkyyyy !!

The baby extends his arms, trying to reach for his beloved Sharky...He smiles victoriously as you picked him up, before making an even more horrified face when he understands you're taking his adorable shark onesie off, leaving him in shirt and diapers.

No ! Not my onesie ! It's so cute !! I want my onesie !! I want my pacifier !!! I want Sharkyyyyy !!!!

He extends his small arms once again, crying as you grab and throw the sharks doodles in the chimney, trying to get rid of all the sharks in the room that made your son obsessed and violent. It was your responsibility to purge the house from sharks, to heal him.

Not the drawings ! I spent time on them !! And...And my onesie is adorable with the fin on the hood...and the tail ! I want it !! And I want Sharky ! My little Sharky...