As soon as she rolled out of bed...
'Mom, you know what I'm doing?'
'I'm going to feed my fish.'
While she is sitting down to her breakfast...
'Let me just go check on my fishy first.'
Last night Daddy brought her home a little fish. She helped set up the rocks and the plants and fed HER (because 'it's a girl') and fill the water. We asked her name but she hadn't decided.
We put the fish in her room and went over the rules which I'm sure she heard none of. The smell of the food seriously makes me gag. How can those flakes smell like death?
Still no name.
She spent the good part of the night just standing by the fish and talking to her. She called us in several times 'Hurry, come see. The fish put her nose out and got some air'. She wanted to feed her again already. As a reminder of the feeding rule - Luke read 'A Fish Out of Water' to her.
This morning...
Her first order of business - check on Arial.
(Snow White did a good job watching over her through the night.)
She fed her...
(So much and no more! Never more than a spot)
... and gave her Good-Morning Kisses
