Words that I never expected to say to my 8 year old son. Yet, seemed so incredibly fitting after finding 5 zillion baby fish in his fish tank! We bought these fish when we decided to home school. My son came to us with a very lawyer like arguement. He would have much more time to care for a fish now that he wasn't at school all day, it would be good for him to be responsible, I will love and care for them. You know, the usual arguement given since the beginning of time. It worked! I'm a sucker for those big brown eyes.
It started with a fish from Walmart. It ended promptly after 5 minutes. Wally was found floating wrong side up in his fancy new fishy abode. Tears were shed. He was the best fish in the whole world, and he was gone after a mere 5 incredible minutes.
The next day we moved onward and upward to Petco. Surely the place where the pets go would have better quality fish. Those same big brown eyes that suckered me in found his perfect little fish. After finally finding a fish attendant, she announced that these fish do better when they are in a group of 3 or more fish. I argued that surely it would be just fine by itself? No, no she pointed. It's on the sign. Sure enough we were in the section of "better in a group of it's own species tanks". Who am I to argue with a sign and fish happiness? Out we tromped with 3 fish. Thank you Petco fish attendant.
Brodie named them "Robber, Policeman, and Store Manager." I'm not sure which is the hussy, but there are a gazillion tiny orange, black, yellow, and white fish having a great time playing in the tank. What does one do with a bunch of baby fish? We don't want them. We don't have an appropriate sized tank for the sister wives of fish. I can't morally flush them, and see tears from those big browns again.
Free to good home...
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