Friday, September 24, 2010
Our New Addition
When Maggie's fish, Maggie (that's what she named it), died I took the opportunity to talk to her about death, spirits, bodies, resurrection, and a few other death related topics. I thought it went well. But since then Maggie's been a little confused.
"My fishy come alive. Where is it?" she asked me today.
I explained that it wasn't time for the resurrection quite yet, but asked her if maybe she would like to get a new fish. That did it. We were in the car headed for Petsmart.
We picked out a lovely red beta with a swoopy tail, and then thought we'd dress up our fish bowl with some new rocks and a stick of bamboo. Why not?
Then disaster struck. In Maggie's zeal to help lift our items on to the check-out counter, she dropped the cup the fish was in, the water and the fish spilling out onto the floor. I panicked, shoved the fish back into the cup, and yelled "WATER! WE NEED WATER!" I'm sure everyone thought I was a freak until they realized I had a fish. Our clerk was a dear and ran to save our be-gilled buddy. He calmly took the cup to the fish department and returned with his cup full, and the beta was swimming around happily.
I asked Maggie what we should name it, and while she was thinking, I prompted, "Maybe we could name him Cosmic Swoop?" That was the name of the fish that Dan and I got when we were first married. Maggie liked the idea and said, "Yeah! Cosmic Poop." I like to call him C.P.
Welcome to the family, C.P!
P.S. I got a new camera!