My parents came to town this weekend for some fun and my mom decided she was going to buy Mason some fish, since I have deprived him of having a puppy. I have had fish twice in my life, both times I became very attached and felt very bad when they died. I felt bad because I directly caused their deaths, the first one by not attaching the water tube correctly, thus causing all of the water to empty out of the aquarium, and the second by leaving tropical fish in the U-haul overnight, which caused all five of them to freeze to death. So I was a bit reluctant to do the whole fish thing again but was willing to give it a shot. We got two orange goldfish and one black one, which is currently dead in the tank awaiting Jake to come and remove it. Mason can barely see it as it is trapped behind the filter, but he thinks it's sleeping and says "Shhh" when he sees it.
Anyway, Mason loves the fish. He kisses them and tried to feed them grapes this morning. We're working on some rules. He calls them "urnge" which is how he says orange and we haven't yet named them anything else. Being as they came from Wal-Mart, we'll wait to see if they live before investing any time and effort into names. Ha!
Mason with "Papa", whom he adores
Showing Grandma how focused he can be when Elmo is on
And these are the "pish"
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