
In their most husky voices, they would shout out invitations to play "throw the dart at the balloon" or "throw the ping pong ball in the fish bowl" and then give you the best toothless grin you can imagine!
Anyway.
We decided to let the kids take a couple of shots at throwing the ping pong ball in the fish bowl. After 50 throws, one ball finally landed in the bowl and our prize was 3 Gold Fish...yippee!!
You would have thought the gold fish were actual GOLD...that's how excited the kids were. Devon and I just looked at each other, like, "oh great," now what?
We rushed our 3 fish home and dumped them in a fish bowl (thanks to Grandma).
The next morning...one fish was dead...the tears over this poor fish were excruciating!
The kids blamed us for not having any food to feed them and made us promise to buy some food at Wal-Mart (stupid fish!)
We bought some food and a air thingy for the tank.
Kids were happy, 2 fish were still alive...all was good!
The next morning...
"Mom, my fish is sleeping with only one eye open and we can't find the other fish..."
As I approached the bowl, I noticed that the fish was floating strangely in the water and realized it, too, was dead.
As I announced it was dead, tears began to flood from Taylors face..."oh, no, poor fishy."
I was extremely confused when I couldn't find the other fish, but figured I would let Devon figure that one out later.
Moments later, Luke shouts "I found the other fish...it's on the floor...and IT'S dead!"
More tears!!!
All 3 fish died. Stupid Fair. Stupid Fish!
So. Now we have a new fish. A lazy, blue, beta (named Feather) who is, 2 weeks later, still alive. Luke comments every morning how he can't believe our fish is still alive.
I can't either!