Fish Tales

Yesterday one of our two fish died. Grace took it well...it's not the first goldfish we've ever lost. She even wanted to be the one to scoop it out and flush it. She was more sad for the fish that was left behind. She collected all her favorite toys and perched them up by the fish bowl so Coral (the surviving fish) would not be lonely. When I first saw all her toys stacked up on the counter I thought, "Why is that mess there?" but then I noticed the way they were all facing the fish bowl and realized what a thoughtful thing Grace had done for her fish.

The toys stayed there all of yesterday and this morning until we came back from the pet shop with a new fish. All the way home Grace talked about what to name her new fish. After much deliberation (believe me she talked non-stop about it) she came up with "Diamond Miamond Harriet Tiger House-Peanut!" Don't ask me where that came from. I suggested that maybe she just pick one of those names for short, and she said that the whole thing was it's name. Oh well, no sense changing her mind on something like that!