Some of you may remember me talking about my experiences with dead fish along with our fish who plays dead...
Well, today he stopped playing...what i mean is...he really did finally kick the bucket. (As I sit here typing I am trying to convince Anthony that he needs to put his computer down to go fish out the dead fish and flush 'em.)
When Ryans first fish died we went through the whole "funeral ceremony" thing (ryan actually thought it was funny to flush the poor dead fish). I just don't think I have the energy to go through all this again. It really doesn't even get Ryan that emotional or anything, I just feel bad that he has had 2 fish die since October and Bens first fish is still alive and swimmin. Perhaps I can sneak a new fish into the tank. Really the boys won't even know the difference since these fish have become my responsibility with the exception of 1 or 2 times a week the boys ask to feed their fish. Would that just be horrible? Should I really tell him?
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- Western Slope, Colorado, United States
- Im 32 and stay-at-home mom of 9 yr old Ryan, 7 yr old Ben, 4 yr old Elizabeth and a wife to Anthony (my awesome, totally HOT paintballin hubby). I love scrapbooking, photography, and sewing for my family.
2 comments:
Yreading your post reminded me that I need to feed Kirsten's fish, Spike. Thanks!
It's kind of like with the Santa Clause thing...what they don't know won't hurt them. I would sneak a new fish in! That way, no one's feelings are hurt. It's just fish, anyway. :)
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