He lived a long and happy life... for a fish.
I'm not sure if it's a sign that we're raising the girl right or a sign that she is heartless, but the mourning period lasting about 22 seconds. Then the shovel came out and she picked the perfect spot to bury him, right beside the 2 frogs she had for about a day last summer. She didn't even flinch when she shoveled the dirt over that ever-open eyeball.
I don't think I could have done it. I'm sure someone else in the family always officiated over my hamsters' funerals while I sobbed into my handkerchief. I remember moping through a whole day of school (3rd grade) when Fluffy died. (And using his untimely death as an excuse for not participating in class activities.)
It's been almost an hour now.
She's campaigning for another pet.
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I have so many of them. To name a few . . .
Movies at the theater = Popcorn (probably why I can only afford one movie about every two years!)
The smell of Crayons in the store = BUY them! Intoxicatingly enticing to me.
Albuquerque Isotopes baseball games = Dippin' Dots.
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