Thirty years ago this week, our first flippered mermaid was born. After a carefree engagement and first four years of marriage, suddenly everything changed with the arrival of this little bundle of joy. Being new parents, we immediately began to baby-proof our first home and realized we really needed to work at this parenting thing. Thirty years later, the first born was strutting down Surf Avenue in Coney Island with the rest of her fishy school of friends for the Mermaid Parade. Who knew!
Back then, the chief mermaid kicked into mother gear, a gear I did not even know existed. Completely unbeknownst to me, all chief mermaids are genetically engineered to move into this phase at some point or other either for their own or other minnows