He's no Lassie, but Shark, the scallywag's terrifying new T-Rex, is his best friend these days.
It's a "little" something my mother picked up while wandering through the Jurassic Park store at Universal Studios. He's big, he's posable, and he freaks. Me. Out. I suggested that in lieu of a burglar alarm we simply put the beloved king of the lizards in a front window. Trust me, he'll do a much better job than ADT.
It's true that Shark may be the most hideous toy my son owns, but he adores his crazed looking Tyrannosaurus, toting him wherever he goes. Their adventures are many, and my little boy's smiles are endless.
And that negates anything else I could possibly hold against it. Here's to many more dinosaur adventures!