I was a little nervous yesterday to see the puppy what Andy, Kate and Sam would bring home from the pet store they visited yesterday while I was in class.
It turns out I was right to be suspicious, because when I came home, I found three of these. In my bedroom.
Andy and Kate had set up a pack n’ play for them to sleep in, complete with blankets and pillows and they had already pooped everywhere and I was panicking about exactly how much of our stuff they were going to have to eat before I could rightfully give them to the nearest farmer without being Monster Mommy and breaking my little girl’s heart.
And then I woke up.
And I remembered that this was what they actually brought home.
A little betta fish.
As a side note, did you know that at festivals now, instead of taking the gold fish you won home with you, they give you a pet store gift certificate to go get one? Yeah, I think it’s a conspiracy because they know that if you actually bother to go redeem the gift certificate, you’re also going to spend $32.18 on the required accessories for said free fish. When Kate won the gift certificate, I said “Oh good! You can go pick out a fish for Daddy’s classroom!” However, I did not outsmart my four-year-old – she just made sure that Daddy was the one who took her to the store. And spent $32.18 on the required accessories.
Anyway, after I remembered that they got a fish and not three goats, I also remembered the dream I had had earlier in the night, in which we were sitting in our car watching a giant tsunami wave come toward us.
I’m not sure which dream was worse.
This is apparently what happens when one eats Cookie Crisp before bed. Consider yourself warned.
Just remember to NOT TOTALLY TURN DOWN YOUR HEAT when you go away in the winter or your fish will freeze and die.
Yes, I am a fish killer. I killed Faith’s beloved blue beta named Goldie.
Not on purpose… on accident.
I happened about 3 years ago.
The girls still aren’t over it.
This also reminds me of the time I was babysitting for a family who bought a fish tank THAT DAY. The dad put hot water in the tank thinking, THE FISH ARE TROPICAL. I got the chance to rescue just a FEW of the fish once I realized what the Dad had done. I think I got paid extra that night for the trauma I had to endure from the kids and the dying family pets.
Oh my gosh. For a minute I thought Andy had lost his mind and bought GOATS! Ha ha HA! What a crazy dream. Thanks for the warning on the Cookie Crisp. Maybe you bought the kind laced with ecstasy!
What cute name has Kate come up with for her fish?
I would love to have gotten some goats. But, I do live in the country. That was funny!
Aunt Diane, I meant to mention that! She named him “Swimmy” and she told me his last name is “Sam.” 🙂
Fish are cool
Do not set up fishie in the bathroom. . .your tank may end up with soap in it and the fish will die. . .I’m just say’n!
Thank goodness it wasn’t goats!
We’ve had fish. I think I’d take the tsunami!!
I think the Berry’s definitely need a dog. It will make your family complete! 🙂