On Thursday afternoon, Clara only napped for one hour. I hate it when she surprises me and wakes up early, since I spend the beginning of nap time cleaning, putting toys away, and generally doing chores around the house that I can’t get done with her around. The second half of nap time is mine to do with what I please and I wanted to sit and read Brisingr, which I am trying to finish since its already five days overdue from the library. Its going slowly, as I’m finding that there is a bit too much description and I can’t imagine how it could possibly end in a little over 100 pages. Anyway, she woke up early and foiled my plans. Then she threw a tantrum. Who knows why. But, after her tantrum I asked her if she would like a pet fish and she was thouroughly excited. If she could jump up and down, she would have, but as she can’t, she bobbed a bit.
We went to PetSmart and looked around at the goldfish which were schooling in the tanks just at Clara’s height. She loved them, but then got in trouble for putting her hands in the water. Really I just told her not to and dragged her away. Then we looked at the birds, hamsters, and snakes for a few minutes before finding someone to help us with the fish. After much discussion, I learned that a regular goldfish would probably just die in a bowl and that we shouldn’t get one. We settled for a Betta fish instead since they like standing water and have a good survival rate. I also got conned into water conditioner and a plant, too, which probably can’t hurt and didn’t cost much at all. The whole setup, including the bowl which I got at City Liquidators cost $15. Not bad for Clara’s first pet.
We brought the fishy home and Clara helped me get his home ready by repeatedly spilling the water in the cup he was in. I’m sure that he was glad to get out of there! We set him up on Clara’s bookshelf in her room and decided that his name would be Fin since that is the only fish body part she knows. So far she has been saying, “Hi” to Fin anytime she goes upstairs and always wants to see him. She has fed him twice and both times went well. We’ll see how long he lives before we have to bury him at sea!