A few weeks ago, Hubby had a brilliant idea: to cheer up the pet turtle he brought home about 10 goldfish.
He's done this before. The turtle gobbled the fish up. Nothing was said.
But right before Christmas our 4 year old G became obsessed with wanting a pet fish. It was in the plans for her to get one, but then (as 4 year olds do) she decided the nice "cheap" fish gift would be replaced by a wish for an American Girl doll. So, the AG doll won. Partly because if the fish didn't come turtle food, I wasn't seeing it survive the cats.
Stripes, the turtle, have not eaten these "gifts".
This morning, I overheard G, M & K discussing the secret rescue of at least one fish from the impending death of becoming fish food. This was, of course, after she asked for a visit to the pet store and I said "no"(after not getting a fish for Christmas decided she was going to save all her money for one and enter the turtle food) .
The first thought that popped in my head was : I married a smart, smart man. He at least goes to work. He does not have listen to how G really, really wants a fish and how upset she is if Stripes eats one of the fish.
Nope. Did I mentioned he gets dressed, packs up his laptop and goes into work? leaving me home with the 4 children to take care of their every need--including school?
The least he could do is not bring home live food--especially the type that our 4 year old wishes upon a star to have as a pet--for turtle food. The irony is that he considers our chickens to be pets, too. He bought a heat lamp for them! Shouldn't they be food?
The good thing is the children have yet to figure out how to scoop the fish and keep it safe from the cats. So, the cobra mission was thwarted until next time.
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