I am not sure, but I think Brady is trying to kill our fish. These poor fish have been through a lot the past couple of months. I didn't think they would make it, but survive they did when we packed them up in a clear plastic tote and hauled them all the way from Montana to South Dakota. Now, before I hear all about how they are "just fish", let me remind you that these are not "just fish". These are members of the family ala Bryce. 2 1/2 years ago, he succeeded in potty training. His reward? You guessed it, the fish. That is what he asked for, that was our bribe to get him to go potty in the toilet, so we made good on our promise and became the proud owners of 2 fan tailed goldfish, Dorothy and Spongebob.
However, the past couple of weeks have been rougher on them than the trip from Montana. So far, Brady has fed them Scooby Snacks (his graham cracker snacks), a half can of goldfish food, and rearranged their tank numerous times. You might be asking how on earth my 2 year old is able to do such tasks? The little monkey pulls the chairs from the dining room table to climb on in order to reach the top of the tank and then does his bad deeds.
After yesterday's fiasco, Dorothy has now lost most of her tail, he scales are falling off at alarming rates, and her dorsal fin is split and haggard looking. She barely moved from the bottom of the tank. Spongebob simply circles her, nudges her occasionally, and she will move then, but, for the most part, I am on death watch. Bryce has asked about her well being several times, so, sadly, I have had to explain the chain of life and death to my 4 year old. He is quite concerned about his beloved fish and even included her in his prayers before lunch today.
Bryce: "Dear God, thank you for my food, my toys, my family, and my books. Amen" *still with his hands folded in front of him, he whispers,* 'God, please make Dorothy feel better. She is sick and is gonna die, but I want her to feel better".
Yup, broke my heart and I wanted to start bawling my eyes out right then and there.
Brady no longer has access to the chairs, I have tied them, with twine, to the dining table. Soon, my house will resemble Fort Knox in order to keep things out of a 2 year olds harms way.
However, the past couple of weeks have been rougher on them than the trip from Montana. So far, Brady has fed them Scooby Snacks (his graham cracker snacks), a half can of goldfish food, and rearranged their tank numerous times. You might be asking how on earth my 2 year old is able to do such tasks? The little monkey pulls the chairs from the dining room table to climb on in order to reach the top of the tank and then does his bad deeds.
After yesterday's fiasco, Dorothy has now lost most of her tail, he scales are falling off at alarming rates, and her dorsal fin is split and haggard looking. She barely moved from the bottom of the tank. Spongebob simply circles her, nudges her occasionally, and she will move then, but, for the most part, I am on death watch. Bryce has asked about her well being several times, so, sadly, I have had to explain the chain of life and death to my 4 year old. He is quite concerned about his beloved fish and even included her in his prayers before lunch today.
Bryce: "Dear God, thank you for my food, my toys, my family, and my books. Amen" *still with his hands folded in front of him, he whispers,* 'God, please make Dorothy feel better. She is sick and is gonna die, but I want her to feel better".
Yup, broke my heart and I wanted to start bawling my eyes out right then and there.
Brady no longer has access to the chairs, I have tied them, with twine, to the dining table. Soon, my house will resemble Fort Knox in order to keep things out of a 2 year olds harms way.
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