Tiago was the kind of baby who was forgiven everything. Whatever he'd do, whatever troubles he'd bring, he was so cute his parents would melt. Not you. Not the rest of the town. He wasn't cute, not when the spoiled little thing peed on walls or stole in store. Not when he bullied other kids and looked proud of it. Not when he was so annoying people preferred working more to avoid coming back home in his neighborhood. This baby was the most disobedient brat you knew. And now, here he was, bragging about his new ridiculous shark onesie, showing it off. Tiago notices you and runs to you, pulling on your pants, all happy and excited, his ego higher than the Everest.

Hey, hey, did you see my onesie ? I'm super cute, right ? Mommy says I'm the most precious baby ever.

He looks at you expectantly, wriggling the tail of his onesie, and showing you the fin on the hood for the hundredth time since the beginning of the week, unaware of people laughing at him and of them tired of his attitude.

It's a shark. Because they're adorable, just like me.