Ok, we met the Moore's for dinner at BK. The girls had fun playing in the play place. I had a great time chatting with Mrs. Moore. She and Mr. Moore have agreed to become A's Godparents should anything ever happen to JP and I, god forbid. Yes, I know, these are morbid thoughts and a strange place to discuss such things. I worry about these things, I can't help it! Oh, and they are going to take care of the fish and frog when A and I go to the beach next week. Anyway, we had a lovely evening. I totally lost track of time and ended up running to Walmart to pick up breakfast items for today at 9pm.
After getting home and unpacking the groceries, which were packed in plastic bags because I had forgotten to return my reusable bags to my car after the last grocery trip!, I was going to feed the animals and get A ready for bed.
A's fish, Ruby, was dead. Dead! Floating at the top of her tank, with the frog! I was sure they were both goners. Luckily, Froggy was just resting or whatever it is he does. I found this very hard to tell A. I mean seriously, how many animals can a 3 year old lose in one year and still not need counseling?
I came up with some outrageous story about Ruby dying and us needing to flush her so that she can travel back to the ocean, so Nemo can try to make her better. Hopefully Ruby will meet us at the ocean when we get there next week and be all better and be happier living in the ocean. Even at 3, I am surprised she bought that story!
A and daddy flushed the fish while I cleaned the tank and gave Froggy new water. A misses the fish already. I have promised her a new fish when we get home from vacation.