It started innocently enough. My parents watched my kids yesterday while I worked on Project Blog, and took them to a church fair.
They ate fair-like food, played fair-like games. Including the one where you throw the ball in the bowl and get the goldfish.
My middle son, F, won.
So unlike days past when you got a little glass bowl (with food coloring usually) and a 10 cent goldfish used to feed snakes, this time you got a fish in a bag. Not even a bowl! So the poor thing was already on it’s way to the great big fishbowl in the sky by time he got to my house, even though my mom sent the kids home with a nice big bowl for him.
Within hours, he was dead.
Well, this wouldn’t do. My kids, especially F, were upset. He took out his ‘remembery box’ to put the fish in for burial. He wanted to take it to a cemetery. (Some of you may remember he took my grandmother’s death rather hard, this just added to his confusion and all that.) We decided, at least, the yard was good enough.
But we had to get more fish.
But I knew we couldn’t do it half-assed. I don’t want to deal with a yard full of ‘remembery boxes’ and a kid (or kids) having to deal with small things dropping dead on a frequent basis. So off to Petland Discount we went.
$25 for the basic tank with hood. $5 for 3 fancy goldfish. Small, but cute. One with the bugged out eyes, two beautiful shimmery orangy gold ones.
I think one is Sponge Bob and one is Gary, my daughter K refuses to name hers (the black one) something Sponge Bob related. Oh well.
So I spent the day setting up this tank, burying fish, trying not to get too grumpy over the lack of sleep, all over a fish that was won at a church fair yesterday.
Kibbles Bits 