A death in the family

A few months ago, I decided it would be a great idea to teach the kids some responsibility and get them fish. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Fast forward to last week - I came downstairs and saw that one of the fish, Sam, was freaking out in his bowl. I looked more closely and noticed that his friend, Scarlett, was nowhere to be found. After a quick hunt I found Scarlett - completely dead - stuck to the side of our kitchen sink. Apparently she was depressed and we didn't do a good job of recognizing the symptoms. In a final act of desperation, Scarlett had committed fish suicide. Sam, having witness the jump, was very traumatized.

Speaking of trauma...Paige, of course, was standing right there when all of this happened and had a complete meltdown. Never mind that no one besides me had even looked at the fish in the past month. Now that Scarlett was dead, all was lost. I had to get the kids to school so promised we would go pick out a new fish as soon as I picked them up that evening. Right after school, we zipped over to the store and brought home Tangled. All was right with the world.

Yesterday afternoon we came home from running errands and I saw that Sam was, once again, freaking out in his bowl. Sure enough, Tangled had taken a flying leap. This time I wised up and quickly swept her away to fish heaven (aka - the trash can.) I told Dan to watch the kids and ran out to buy "Tangled 2", who shall forever be known as "Tangled 1" so we don't have to ensue another round of Paige meltdowns. Here's to hoping we can keep this one alive for a few weeks!