Saturday the kids got two goldfish at a friend's birthday party. They were soooo excited about it, and on Sunday they had a blast feeding them and watching them swim around. These were the kids' very first pets ever. Anna named one of them "Daniel" and one of them "Fish."
Well, this morning at approximately 5:30 a.m. , Kevin came back into our room to say goodbye (yes he leaves that early for work.) He leaned down and said to me, "Some goldfish live up to 40 years. Ours maxed out at 2 days." Yep, both fish, dead as of 5:30 this morning! One was floating belly-up, the other laying on its side on the bottom of the bowl.
A couple of hours later I got up and told Anna the news. I showed her the bowl and said, "Anna your fishies died." She looked at them and wisely said, "They're not swimming anymore." I told her that I needed to flush them down the toilet. "I can help!" she proudly declared. So, we headed into the bathroom where my two and half year old dumped the fishies down the toilet all by herself, and flushed. Later she called Daddy and Grandma to tell them the news.
The great thing about goldfish, however, is that they are easily replaceable. I plan to get some more, mostly because the kids love having them, but also to prove to myself that we Heldts can successfully maintain a couple of fish!