Our girls were blessed with some Christmas cash and we gave A the option to pick out another toy or go to the pet store and buy a fish. She didn't need much convincing at all. Saturday, we went shopping for a fish and all its necessary accessories.
When we first walked into Petco, our super-sniffer-in-training was bombarded by ode de pet store. "Why does it stink in here?" she asked. "Because pets stink, love," was my matter-of-fact reply. I got pinched by J who dreams of one day owning a dog. I figure ode de pet store bought me at least six more dog-free months.
She picked out a red beta fish, just like Grandma's. Grandma's beta fish is appropriately named Mr. Beta Fish. When we asked A about naming her new fish, she came up with Peter. I thought that was a pretty good name for a fish. Then she finished...Peter Mr. Beta Fish. We have to say the whole name every time. Peter Mr. Beta Fish, Peter Mr. Beta Fish. It's quite a tongue twister. She's totally smitten, even kissed his bowl good night last night. On the way home from the pet store, she proclaimed, "Now there are are five of us in our family!" Welcome to the family, Peter Mr. Beta Fish.
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