In Barcelona, we were standing in the long line to get into the aquarium when Jack saw a picture of an octopus. As soon as we made it inside, all Jack could talk about was the octopus. He blew past the sharks and the rays, the Doris and Nemos, until we finally found an octopus tank. Fortunately they were a particularly lively group of octopuses, and Jack got a real show. Then we finished up our visit in the gift shop (because of course that way the only way to get out of the aquarium). And Jack was allowed to pick out one small toy. Enter Ishka.
|Ishka gets around. Here she is at the Frankfurt airport.|
I don't know where the name Ishka came from, but Ishka is indeed her name, and she's a suprisingly lifelike toy considering she cost 2 euros. She even has a creepy little mouth underneath her body. Ishka sleeps with Jack every night and has been the inspiration for many a drawing.
|The octopus is in yellow. The blue is "all the water." Ignore the hair.|
|I turned around and this appeared.|
This morning, I heard Jack crying in his room and ran in to find him screaming about octopuses. I wasn't sure if he was looking for Ishka or it had been an octopus nightmare. When I came home from work, he was watching a documentary about octopuses.
|The third octopus documentary today.|
In case you didn't get the memo, Jack has something to say to you: