Last week we went grocery shopping, and Olivia knows that they also sell fish there. She asked if we could go see the “fishies” and told us exactly which ways to turn to get there. This pretty much happens every time we go grocery shopping. Except on this particular trip…..
The fishies actually came home with us.
Yep. We fell into the whole “cute-kid-asks-parents-for-fish” vortex. Forget the breastfeeding, long sleepless nights,or even the sleep training: buying fish is what makes you a parent, right? It’s pretty much a rite of passage. I called my grandma and I said, “Guess what? We bought Olivia some fish.” She replied, “You bought. the first. fish.” She gets it.
Olivia is obsessed. Every morning: “Good morning, Fishies!” Every night: “Good night, Fishies” and during the day, “You hungee, Fishies?” Also, when you ask her what their names are, she insists their all named Nemo. We haven’t been able to convince her otherwise, but it’s okay!
Side-note: Dominic and I are truly trying our hardest to keep these fish alive and well because we are so not ready to explain to our almost three year old what death is.
And look how happy she is! The 20 bucks we spent on the fish and supplies? Worth it.
What was your child’s first pet?