Max's shark

When we got home from vacation, Max had a little scrape on his nose. We asked him where it came from, and since then, we've gotten several versions of the story. But mostly, it goes like this (Max speaking):

I saw a shark and wanted a tooth for my necklace. So I swam after it and pulled his tooth out. I pulled it out and swam away, but he came after me and bit me on the nose. Then I cried.

Hey, he could have said he just scraped himself. You can't fault the boy for his imagination!