My son Quinn recently started crawling, and he is instantly all over the place. After reading Hergé's TinTin for the first time (love it), I'm getting visions of Quinn going to faraway lands hunting down ancient treasure while narrowly escaping the bad guys.
I mean, he's crawling, right? Practically there!
So I whipped this up for the Fishmen in Tophats blog (I'm guessing it's pronounced "top-hats" and not "toe-fats") .
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