Captain Ahab

There are days you are reminded that your 2-year-old is actually a 2-year-old not just a pint-size chocoholic who likes dinosaurs. Yesterday was one of those days. We had all been up for awhile and everyone was settling into their day when Jake excused himself to go upstairs. That usually means he needs to poop so we give him his privacy. After what seemed like a reasonable amount of time I went up to check on him, only to find that in an attempt to feed the fish he had dumped an entire canister of fish flakes in the tank. I tried scooping it out with the fish net but to no avail.

We made an emergency trip to the fish store and Bryon cleaned the tank up as much as he could, but I am truly sad to say we have lost 10 fish. It sounds like a silly thing, but the fish and snails were thriving - we had many baby fish and several litters of snails. Even Abby liked to sit on the little stool to watch them swim and chase.

So farewell Griffin, Aiden, Garrett, Molly 1, Molly 2, et al. We hardly knew you.