For those of us that are now grandparents there has been a new curse thrown down upon us that is worse than anything that Joe Lucas could have ever devised. My wife and I get a painful dose on almost a daily basis. It's the torment of the new "Baby Shark" madness. Our two grandchildren must spend all of their waking hours dreaming up cute little skits to go along with this painful phenomenon. When I hear the "ding" on my wife's computer notifying us that we have a brand new video of those two darlings having yet again walked with Satan in creating a new shark ditty I don't know where to jam the ice pick. Into my eyes so that I don't have to witness our beloved little ones who have willingly gone down the slippery slope into shark worship or into both eardrums to protect my sanity from the catchy shark song. Crap! I am getting to be an old curmudgeon just as my wife has claimed.