Belly Up

Globert is dead.

I'm not sure how, but I'm pretty sure it's my fault.  The first thought I had when Heidi asked if we wanted the fish was that I would kill it.  In true superstitious fashion, I didn't blog about the fish, because I was convinced the minute I mentioned him he would die.  It had been a month, so I was feeling like it was finally ok.  I was wrong.  I blogged about him on Friday and he came to his fishy end on Saturday.

Little Man and I were cleaning his bowl.  When we put Globert back in the bowl, he started swimming really fast around in circles until Little Man said, "He did a back flip, Mom.  How did he do that?"  I looked over and realized he had swum himself into a frenzy and died.  He didn't float up to the top, so the kids didn't realize something was wrong.

Joel and I talked about it.  Joel mentioned it was a good time to talk about death with them.  I said "Yes, it is.  Go get another fish."  I didn't want to deal with it when they'd only had him for a month, so during naptime Joel replaced Globert with Globert II.  He's smaller than the original and Little Man noticed he's a bit more scaley, but not that it's a new fish.  Joel asked if there's going to be a Globert III, and I don't think so.  It depends on how long Globert II decides to stay around (hopefully longer than a month).

Globert II

I have officially lied to my children.  Nobody ever tells you how hard this parenting thing is going to be.  How come there isn't some sort of manual or training?  You know- Chapter 23: What to do when your pet fish dies.