Quinn was dressed for church in a pair of blue jeans, a rugby type shirt and beige desert boot-like shoes. He looked like a little boy, not so much a toddler.
"He's ready to go! Take a look at him!" I said as I handed him off to his father.
"Let's go, you sharp dresser," Daddy said, holding the door open.
Quinn stopped in his tracks, and glared at his father.
"What?! I'm not a shark! I'm Quinny!" he announced.
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