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The Adventures of Goldie and DeeDee

April 16, 2008

Sorry folks this spring weather has me on the go go go. If I am not outside playing, we are at a park, or hiking, or just something. It is amazing and life is grand.

When Wildman was in the thick of the “Worst Winter Ever” we decided to make a sticker chart for behavior. He told me he wanted a fish. I was game. It took months but he filled the sticker chart with good deeds and behavior. Finally last week the chart was full. We went off to the aquarium store to get a fish. We decided to get a little aquarium with a filter and all. Wildman picked out a little goldfish. Baby A cried and cried because he wanted one too, so he got a little fish too that is gold and white. Wildman named his fish Goldie and Baby A named his fish, DeeDee.

When I got home I researched Goldsfish care. Geeze… There was more to this than I thought. If you overfeed them they float and get swim bladder issues. If you don’t change the water weekly the fish will die from some sort of imbalance. Also I read that the little fish are not well bred and will die soon. Great. I am on course to kill these fish in weeks! I am always now nervously looking in the tank for a floating dead fish or a fish with a swim bladder malfunction. Great another thing to be neurotically worried about.

On that note. Wildman is mildly interested in the fish. Baby A is very very into the fish. He wakes up at 3 am to tell me that he NEEDS to check on his DeeDee. Before he goes to bed he tells me how much he loves his DeeDee. He gets up early to go to see DeeDee, you get the picture. When I am home doing chores when Wildman is in school Baby A can be found on a step stool lovingly talking to his fish. A boy and his fish. It is a love story.

One comment

  1. My first pet was a goldfish named Sam. We brought him home and before bed, I had the horrifying thought that he might get bored or lonely without me to talk to him. I set up one of my Sesame Street magazines against his bowl and went to bed confident I had done a Good Deed.

    He was dead in the morning.

    Sigh.

    Sesame Street kills fish.

    xoxo
    katrina



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