B11

Just a quick post to let you all know that I haven't forgotten about you!

I have been so super busy, with best friend weekend, sister dates, and of course playing catch-up to everything I neglected this weekend because I was busy on all my dates!

I know that ya'll haven't forgotten about me, I can't believe this, but my blog has already gotten almost 400 views!

And they can't all be me! WHEW! 

(The only reason I know this is because there are a lot of views from Android phones and PCs, none of which I own.)

That definitely makes me feel good, thanks guys!

RIP 

Tractor Fish Boriack

Sometime in early 2011-February 6ish, 2012

Last night my son's fish died. SAD!

I'm not really sure on the exact date of his passing, because I think he was still halfway alive when I, you know.

He really was the best fish ever, and he was even doglike in some ways.

Please, keep in mind that this is coming from someone who really does not love dogs,

or even like them for that matter. 

Anyway, he would wait every night for Reese to feed him, sort of wagging his tail like a dog and swimming around the top of the water. 

Only he didn't bark, he didn't smell, and he didn't jump on me, scratching my legs and ultimately ruining my day. Perfect!

The whole waiting-on-food thing could be because we only fed him once a day. 

How often are you supposed to feed a fish? Who knows, but I wouldn't go taking fish-caring advice from me at this point.

He was cute, I miss him already. I'm assuming that he is a boy, but it's not like I investigated his crime scene to see what was going on down there.

Whenever I had to flush him down the toilet, I really did feel a moment of sadness, 

along with a moment of "wow, that's disgusting" because I saw inside his gills, and all I can say about that is GROSS. Again, blood and guts are inside for a REASON!

Probably because he wasn't all the way dead, but I swear that little f-er halfway died and came back to life like three times in one year, and since I had already explained "tractor fish died" to Reese, I wasn't about to look like an idiot in front of my three year old.

"Oh he died, but then he changed his mind" wouldn't really work in that situation, or ever.

Explaining that "tractor fish died" was definitely an experience.

I was seriously racking my brain, thinking, how the hell am I going to explain death to my kid? 

Why did you have to die, Tractor Fish? What the hell were you thinking! I wasn't ready for all this just yet.

Then, as we're about to read our bedtime story, I just let it out. 

It actually kind of took me by surprise. The conversation went like this:

Me: Tractor Fish died.

Reese: *looks over at TF's bowl* He didn't die.

Me: Yes, Tractor Fish died, and we won't see him again. I'm sorry.

Reese: *looks at his toys* Kind of like my two fire trucks?

Me: Well, I don't know what you mean by that, but Tractor Fish's body stopped working. You know, kind of like your body, only it still works.

(at this point, I touched Reese's shoulder, to indicate that I was talking about 'his body')

Reese: My body is back here. *points to butt*

For some reason Reese thinks his "body" is his butthole.

 I'm not really sure why... But anyway, he took the news pretty well for a newbie. He looked somewhat confused at first, and I don't really think that he understood what I was saying, but I saved the toilet funeral for when he wasn't home. I definitely didn't want him to be like "I don't want to poop on Tractor Fish!" because he totally would.

Just like when he cried in the bathtub because we took all the water from Nemo.

 According to Reese, he wants to replace TF with a blue TF, which means we would switch from straight up goldfish to a beta type fish. Apparently with goldfish you have to make sure you are buying a particular kind of goldfish that can live in a bowl. Don't start laughing because Tractor Fish died, because he lived in that bowl for a very long time. If your kid wants a fish, don't buy a feeder fish, because you're setting yourself up for failure and a lot of tears. (If your kid is emotional, I don't know. Nor do I want to know.)

I'm glad that I could explain the whole "tractor fish keeled over because he sucks" to Reese, because it would have been impossible for me to find a replacement of Tractor Fish without Reese noticing. 

Because, of course, he picked the one grey and white spotted goldfish in the whole store.

So, the adventure goes on to find a replacement for Reese's pet. These types of things are very important at his age, because the other children at daycare have pets, and I don't want Reese to feel left out. Does that mean I will have a four legged creature roaming around my apartment anytime soon? NOPE! Off to the fish store we go...