Because there wasn’t enough animal poop to clean in my life, right? Actually, I kind of like these little buggers. Oh, I have no illusion that they will last long. These little fish never do. But I do find myself mesmerized by their motion whenever I walk by their little bowl. There is something so soothing about watching a fish swim.
So, Goldie and Rainbow came into our life in a little plastic bag. The girls had their school carnival on Friday and we went down for some fun. There were a ton of easy games to play, candy to win, teachers to dunk, and games to play. It made me a bit nostalgic. The cake walk, the ring toss, and the ping pong ball throw where the prize was your very own goldfish in a bag. Timeless. Of course, I remember our school carnival at Soleado being outside on the playground. Here in the land of gloom, it was held indoors. But aside from that, everything seemed unchanged. Same games; same prizes. We spent quite a few tickets on these here goldfish. Leina won first and Kulia put on a brave face but the tears were welling. Leina was feeling magnanimous and agreed to wait in line again to win her sister a fish and, several attempts later, she did.
And so, here they swim, our carnival fish.
Anybody want to take bets on how long they last?