Goldfish #1 is dead (Beeb's of course!) - long live #2! (we'll see)
This has become such a normal occurrence that this is what happened when I broke the news to Beeb on the way to swim lessons this morning.
Me: "By the way Beeb your goldfish died yesterday."
Short pause.
Beeb: "Can I get a new one?"
No crying, sobbing . . . nothing.
My sentiments: Stupid fish.
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R.I.P.
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