We bought my almost 7 year old son a fish tank with 4 gold fish. He has been asking for a sibling so I am really hoping the distraction works. Personally, I would prefer to have a dog but I don’t think it would be fair to a dog to be in the house for as long as we are away each day.
Sunday night, we went to bed with 4 fish happily swimming in the tank. We woke up to 3 fish happily swimming in the tank. No sign of Rainbow. We searched around the tank, in the filter, in all the accessories*. (*My son has been calling all the stuff in the tank, the accessories. I don’t think he yet realizes that it can refer to objects other than the fish tank stuff. I should probably clear that one up.) Yes. We checked the on the floor around the tank.
We had guests with a young girl over the weekend. The Mom is one of my best friends from high school. As we are looking all over this missing fish, she is making chomping faces. She raised a bully fish that managed to not only eat all of the fish in her tank, but when she brought the fish to our junior high science teacher, the killer goldfish ate all his fish too! (Side note: If I ever formed a punk band: The Killer Goldfish)
After the little one and her parents left for the weekend, I sat my son down to explain that the 3 bigger gold fish probably ate Rainbow. He laughed and laughed. He told me they are gold fish not sharks! He said he thought that Rainbow disappeared by magic.
And here is my decision: do I give my child a magical childhood? One where fish reappear? Or do we plant seeds of the real world and discover sometimes gone is gone?
The Little One has been asking me to tell stories from when I was a little girl…and I told him that we didn’t have remote controls for the tv. AND I told him that the knob broke off our tv and we had a set of channel locks to change the channel. So if Pop Pop had to use the tool outside or in the basement, we couldn’t change the channel. He just looked at me. No wonder he doesn’t believe me about the fish.