Thursday, February 12, 2009
Daddy is away on a ski trip so it is my job to feed the fish while he is gone. Last night I started feeding them and thought one looked dead so I called Mommy over to check on it and began remembering the last time I saw a dead fish. I really didn't want to have to see another dead fish again or I might really freak out. The last time I saw one it was awful. I had to go pee pee and ran to the bathroom (I run everywhere) and right there in the bathroom was a disgusting dead fish! I was so confused. How did a fish get in my bathroom? Why was it dead? Where did it come from? So I ran out of there screaming and ran up to Mommy and Daddy demanding "Why is there a dead fish in my bathroom?" There was some sort of an explanation about Daddy was cleaning the tank and the phone rang...but I didn't care, I never wanted to see that again. At least this time it was a dead fish in the fish tank and it's not like it swam to my bathroom to die again. But when Mommy took the fish out of the tank using a net and carried it into my bathroom, I just couldn't help myself. I freaked out again because there was another dead fish in my bathroom. This time she flushed it down the toilet though. I guess that's where fish go when they die.
