So I’m celebrating a birthday today (was actually yesterday). And for my birthday, my boys decided it would be a great idea to get the family some fish. Why did they think I would want a fish for my birthday? Payback from Steve. We got him a beta, that lasted two weeks, for his birthday back in November. I thought it was a sweet idea. Duncan and I went to Petsmart and picked out a small tank with some food and we even paid a premium for our fish because he was the most colourful one for sale.
When we presented him to Steve, the morning of his birthday, he faked surprise and enjoyment but truthfully, seriously, who wants a fish for their birthday? I thought it was a nice thought since they had been fishing all summer long and they read fishing magazines together all the time, and they truly love fish. So, nice idea right? Now I know.
Duncan named it Pablo. I have no idea where he got that name from but it stuck. And two weeks later, we awoke to an upside-down floating Pablo.
Duncan took it surprisingly well, and for some reason decided we should get another fish immediately so that he could call it Tarro. Okaaaay.
Flash to that night, an inconsolable D cried deeply for 3 straight hours, bereaving the Remarkable Pablo. What happened to the soon-to-be-bought Tarro? Forgotten and never to be bought.
D eventually cried himself to sleep but when he awoke, it started all over again until we offered a proper burial in the back garden complete with headstone that D and I painted together. Once he was in the ground, the tears stopped and life moved forward. I guess the kid just needed some closure.
Flash to today, and the kids informed me we would be buying four fish for my birthday - one for each of us named Butt, Erred, Pop, and Corn. Hooray for me.
We went to the pet store today and after picking one goldfish only (Steve refused to buy another tank and the Fish Specialist warned us we could only have one goldfish in our current 2L tank), we named it (Tiger) and took him home to get settled in his tank. Four and a half hours later, Duncan noticed Tiger was abnormally swim-floating on his side. So long, Tiger. Rest in peace. August 15, 2010 2 p.m. - August 15, 2010 7:28.
Duncan only cried for 45 minutes this time and it was mainly because the store wasn’t open to buy a new one immediately. I think we’re hardening him towards death because we’re scheduled to buy a replacement tomorrow. Is this good or bad parenting?
Ssy
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