A Fish story
"Well, let's call Nanna, she'll buy me a fish". Mom, said "No". "Maybe we can go fish in the pond after dinner and catch a fish and you could play with that one. " Well, that would be Okay. They caught a sunny in the pond and brought it into the house but Mom was not excited about this fish.
I called about 6:30 PM to see if the children were going to be up for a while. I was tired of packing and thought I would come see them for a little bit. Peter answered and said, "Nicole and the two children are at the pet store buying goldfish right now but should be back soon."
I laughed because Nicole had said earlier, "No way", we agreed he was too young, etc.
By the time I got there they had gotten back with the fish. One orange and one black/white and an orange tail. The orange one was Josh's and he named it Nimo and Ellie's was the black/white one and she named it, COW. How appropriate. Well, we got them in the bowl and placed in the upstairs bathroom.
The next morning I called to see how everyone was doing and was told that COW had died. Josh said, "yes, he wasn't swimming." "He died, I fed him too much food." I could harldy stand the guilt he felt for this innocent act of feeding it too much food so I immediately tried to smooth it over by saying "Oh, I don't think that was it, that's just what happens to goldfish sometimes." "They don't live a long time." He was fine, I was the one that felt bad.
As far as I know Nimo is still swimming.


