Jaws

Hot days at last. The way summer ought to be.

Lilly and Ann and I were at one of the municipal pools recently, in a shallow area in which Ann can stand up, and Lilly approached us humming the notes from Jaws that indicate a nearby shark. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump... She had an attack of sorts in mind, a splash attack on the both of us.

After the splashing, it occurred to me to ask her, "Where did you hear that?" Meaning the Jaws signature. I'm fairly sure she hasn't seen the movie. "I don't know," she said. She just knows it. That's the mark of an amazingly successful movie soundtrack, I'd say.