Wet Velvet

The boys’ courtship with animals took a bold step forward when we petted the sharks at the Indianapolis Zoo. We were instructed to use two fingers on the sides of the small dog sharks; guests were instructed not to touch the shark’s head or grab its fins. Encouraged by Uncle Steve, Aunt Erin and Cousin Levi’s participation, each of us gave it a try. Each boy showed more courage to pet the sharks than their parents, probably due to their never having screened the 1975 film “Jaws”, but in the end we all did it. For the record, the sharks’ skin felt like wet velvet.