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"Tyler, Tyler!" Ethan cried, pointing at the glass window in front of us. It was one of the smaller ones, and it had no people standing around it, but that just made him even more excited to see what was inside. He grabbed my hand and pulled me forward, and I followed.
He pressed his nose up against the glass and stared at the creatures inside, eyes transfixed on their floating figures in wonder. "What are they?"
"They're leafy sea dragons," I said out loud, reading from the sign pinned up next to the glass window. "Native to Australia."
"Woah," exclaimed, his eyes still trained on the dragons. "Australia is so cool."
After a few minutes, I finally managed to read him away from the sea dragon exhibit, only for him to become equally at entranced in the next one. "Look at these guys, Tyler!"
I couldn't help but laugh. The permanent look of wonder etched on his young face was absolutely adorable, and so was the way he got excited about every animal he saw. When he saw an animal he knew, he would stand there, face pressed up against the window, eyes fixated on the creature, not shutting up about a fun fact he saw on Instagram, and when we saw an an animal he didn't know, he would stand quietly and listen as I recited facts off the signs, or Wikipedia.
It didn't seem to matter to him that he was getting looks from strangers, from tired parents to bored school kids,who probably thought he was weird for being so fascinated by these creatures. All he cared about was the animals in front of him and me following behind him.
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The seal exhibit was extraordinary.
It was a donut shaped tank, glass wrapping all the way around a room where the aquarium had put a restaurant. The food was overpriced and average at best, but the view more than made up for it.
Ethan was having trouble deciding whether to focus on the food in front of him or the seals that swam laps around us. In the end I guess he settled for doing both, as he started to shovel the fries into his mouth without even looking at the plate.
I chuckled. Only Ethan could do something so gross in such a public place. It amazes me how he can manage to not get chip residue over everything, but for now I'll just stick to watching in half-amazement, half-disgust.
I had bought Ethan a jellyfish plush, his favourite animal, from the gift shop before lunch, and it was sitting on the table next to his plate, somehow protected from the onslaught of crumbs and spit coming from Ethan's mouth.
I smiled fondly at the memory of Ethan's reaction when I gave him the gift, just over ten minutes ago. He had been looking at the hatch your own eggs, trying to choose between a turtle and a dolphin, and when I handed it to him his eyes lit up, sparkling.
"Oh my god, Tyler!" He exclaimed, and he pulled me in for a hug. "I love him!"
"What are you gonna name him?" I asked, and he grinned, pulling back from the hug. I already missed the warmth of his body, but I tried not to let my disappointment show.
"His name will be squishy, and he shall be mine, and he shall me my squishy!" He exclaimed, giggling and pulling the toy close to his chest.
