"Daddy, why are you dressed up like a dolphin?" Mitchell laughed as he picked up his daughter. "I'm not a dolphin, you goof!" he said. "I'm a shark!" The little girl in his hands giggled and bared her teeth at him, growling and playfully flailing her arms around. "Raaawr, raaawr, I'mma shark princess daddy!" she yelled gleefully. "Can I be a shark princess?" He chuckled. "But you're such a pretty princess already! Why would you ever want to be a shark?" Samantha pondered this for a moment, putting a hand under her chin as she had often seen her father do when he had to think hard about something.