Danos Days: R.I.P Goldie

Last Thursday, Isabella's beloved fish Goldie went down the toilet to gold fish heaven. Let me tell you the whole story...

Came home Thursday and had cleaning the fish tank top on the priority list. That was before my craving for cupcakes kicked in. So on the way home I bought some cake mix. New priority...cupcakes! I was feeling depressed and what better way to lift my mood then making cupcakes with my little goofball child. So the second we got home we started. Then I realized I should make the child real food to eat for dinner. So while the cupcakes were baking Isabella ate dinner. By the time she finished...DING!...cupcakes ready. But we had to let them cool before we iced them. Perfect! That gives us time to clean the fish tank...I was not going to put it off another day.

We marched right up the stairs to her room. And Isabella saw Whitey, but couldn't find Goldie. Oh wait she found him...stuck to the filter. I told her that Goldie had died. You would of thought the child lost her best friend (although your's truly is the one that has been taking care of these fish since the day we brought them home for her birthday)...poor girl. She started bawling. I tell her that we will flush Goldie down the toilet and he will go to the fishie sea heaven. I said he will wake up in fishie heaven and start swimming around when he gets there. So what does she say? "Ok! Let's flush him down the toilet and he will come to life and swim back to us!" Then I had to explain it didn't quite work that way. The bawling started all over again. She then wanted to talk to her daddy. I told her to go downstairs and get the phone and I would "take care of Goldie." So she gets back upstairs with the phone and asked me where Goldie was. I told her I flushed him down the toilet. She said "You did it without me?!" The bawling starts all over again. I told her I didn't want her last memory of Goldie to be in a toilet. She needed to remember the good time she had with him.

So we clean the tank so Whitey will live on...alone. Poor fish.

When all the fish business was said and done the cupcakes were finished cooking. Thank goodness, a distraction!!! We run back down stairs to ice and decorate the cupcakes. What a night!