On a bike ride about 2 weeks ago, Will happened upon a dead centipede. He lovingly placed it in a little shell and carefully brought it home, where it has been residing in our garage. He's taken quite good care of it--built it a little house, fed it mulch, etc. Unfortunately, another little boy in our neighborhood (who clearly did not understand the allure of a dead centipede) broke the centipede in two. Will went through several stages of grief in about 5 minutes and got stuck in the angry, wailing stage for about half an hour. When we finally got him calmed down and back in the house, he cried, "Now I'll NEVER have a pet!"
John looked at me, and said, "We need to get this kid a pet."
So what do you think I agreed to?
Meet Freddie Fish, our new betta fish. Yes, that is Mr. Fish's old fish bowl--I wonder if Freddie realizes he is living in distressed property? (Mr. Fish passed away right inside the castle a little over one year ago.)
Will remembers Mr. Fish's passing well ("We flushed him down the potty!"), so every night he prays that God will keep Freddie Fish alive. I think that might be a tall order.
2 comments:
I am a little stressed about babysitting that fish. That is a lot of pressure. Also, we are always willing to work out a joint custody agreement on Emma. She has some spunk left in her even though she is turning gray.
If anything happens to Freddie Fish, I recommend Dwarf African frogs (?). We just got two for Hudson. They are completely aquatic, don't require any more work than a fish and are way more fun to watch. I don't know how long they will last. One didn't make it through the first night so I had to make an early morning run to Petco to replace him before Hudson woke up. But I think that was a fluke. Elizabeth weasled a hamster and I'm kind of regretting it. She's a sweet hamster but messy. Good luck!
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