“But moooooom,” cried Jeremiah, “I want to go swimming too.” He stared out the window at his cousin Philip, who was walking down the street, shirtless.
She hugged him tight. “I know, sweetie. But you're not old enough yet.”
“Yes I am!” he shouted. “In the pool I can hold my breath, like, for ten minutes!”
But he didn't understand that the pool and the sea were different. He wouldn't understand for a few years yet.
“Ugh! Mom, I hate you!”
Her gills, which had only grown days ago, flared with her anger as he stamped out of the room.