(Sept. 13th)

There’s been an unfortunate accident around here. Remember Spike, the goldfish? Well, this morning, I asked Jameson to feed Spike before we left to run some errands. He climbed on the chair, looked in the bowl, and I heard, “Uh oh, Mom. Spike is dead.” My first thought was, “Shoot. I should have checked that before I sent him to feed the fish.” But, sometimes this fish likes to lay on his side to sleep. As soon as you move the bowl, he would start swimming around. So I walked over to the bowl and shook it. Nope. He was dead. He moved with the water. But, we were in a hurry, so taking care of the dead Spike would have to wait. Jameson agreed that we would check to see if he was still dead when we got back.

We ran our errands, and arrived back home. Jameson checked, and Spike was still dead. Once again, we talked about how Nemo was flushed and went to the ocean. So we headed with the bowl to the bathroom. Jameson wanted to dump Spike in the toilet.

Jameson said good-bye and flushed the toilet himself.

When Dad got home, Jameson told him what happened and asked him what we should do about it. Dad told him maybe we needed a better fish tank and new fish. Great, is Dad going to clean that and make sure the fish get fed? Judging by this pose (taken by Jamo)…

I’m starting to wonder.