We awoke last Sunday to find another fish floating at the top of the tank. The black fish, better known as the fish that Connor plucked from the tank and threw on the floor, bit the dust.
I don't think Connor even realizes that the other fish are gone, but he has taken an even greater interest in the surviving fish, a.k.a. the orange fish with black scabs because I decided to wash the rocks with soap.
As of today, Connor has started calling the surviving fish, "Moe." I think he got the name from a show he watches on Disney from time to time. It's called, "Doodlebops." I'm not a big fan of the show, so I try to keep Connor from watching it when I'm in the room. He usually watches it on Sunday morning when we are busy getting ready for church. It's obviously making a big impression on his young brain. And to think I was worried about the "Wiggles."
2 comments:
Small fry and tater tot look so cute. I bet sugar could drip off Parker! Love y'all- Princess
So sorry to hear about the fish. At least he isn't asking about them!
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