We decided to take advantage of the beautiful Spring weather yesterday and go to our favorite picnic spot in Napa. The weather was perfect, the food was yummy and it was just a perfect way to spend the day.
When we got home I heard a blood curdling scream come from my sons room. Before I could get up, he came running into my workshop holding his beloved fish. Apparently his fish had jumped out of his tank while we were out picnicing and had totally dried out by the time we got home. My poor little guy was devastated! I asked him if he wanted to make a nice box to bury his fish in and he said yes. Ironically, the only box I had (or was willing to part with) was a sushi band aid container. My son looked at it and said, "Mom...I don't think that's funny". We covered the box with some pretty fish paper and popped the little guy inside. Only problem? My husband said that we wouldn't be able to bury it until he gets home tonight and my son keeps holding his dead fish. Every time I turn around, he's got this little dried up rubbery blue thing in his hand. Poor guy. Our fish funeral will be this evening before dinner. Check back later tonight and I'll have a new card to share with you.
2 comments:
Awww... poor guy! The little "coffin" sounds sweet though. My kids lost their goldfish a couple of weeks ago, but its burial was far less ceremonious -- flush, and it was over.
R.I.P. fish!
That is SO SAD!! Poor little guy!! When I was a little kid I had a hampster that had babies. I was counting them one day and was 1 short. Never did find the missing one.......till a long time later (long time in kid time)......it was dried up in a shoe on the floor next to the dresser that the cage was on. ewwww!!!
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