Remember back in the summer, the class that C had on Wednesday nights? The one that we bought a cricket for? Well the teacher for that class got each of the kids a small goldfish to bring home. How nice of her (very sarcastic). Well that fish got named Dorothy (Elmo's fish) by C and Nemo by K. So thus--Dorothy Nemo. Well just like any pet, who took care of it???? ME!!!!!!!!! I fed the thing and changed its water. K sometimes would sit on the counter and talk to it, but C never did anything with it. This is all background to the following story.
Last week I was once again changing the water for the fish. I put fresh water in a bowl and poured the fish into it. I then poured the stinky water out of the fish bowl and filled it up with fresh water. I then went to put the fish back into his bowl, using a fish net--when he jumped out of the bowl, missed the net and went down the drain--the side with the garbage disposal. I squealed! I started to put my hand down in there to get it out but couldn't bring myself to do it. I can't stomach the thought of touching a squirmy fish with my hands!
Of course, C ran over and asked what happened. When I told him, he ran off and started crying. Meanwhile, I was afraid that the fish would clog my pipes so I turned on the disposal. :) I know, I know. I did NOT tell C that part. I actually told him that the fish could probably swim down the pipes and would be OK. In fact he probably was in the pond behind our house making new friends.
At first I was kinda mad at C for crying over a fish that he never had anything to do with. But then I saw how upset he was and felt bad, so I comforted him. He cried for about 20 minutes over that dumb fish. Then dumb me suggested that we get a new fish. Daddy looked at me like I was crazy when I told him that part.
As of today, C has not said anything more about getting a new fish and I am not going to suggest it. I even put the empty fish bowl away out of sight. Maybe he will forget (wishful thinking, I know). So that is the story of how we are once again----pet-less.
The BEST big sister!
8 years ago
3 comments:
Ok...that story made me chuckle. We had fish once and I, too, was the only one who took care of them. Needless to say...we don't have fish anymore and if I can help it...won't again. Ha!
Reminds me of the story of how we got our cat. Makenna had picked out a specific kitten out of a litter our friend's cat had. We couldn't take it home for a couple weeks since it was too little. While we were on vacation, our friends informed us that "Makenna's kitten" has decided to take a nap on the engine of their truck -- I'll let your imagination go from there. We told her it ran away and that she would have to take another one if she wanted a kitty. She told her friend to let her know if the cat came back because she would trade for the one she originally wanted. I'm so glad I informed my friend to tell her kids the cat "ran away". I'm already having horrible thoughts of her all grown up and the real story coming out!
reminds me of something i blogged about and set to post in a few days. are we living the same life???
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