You can explain to your kids until you're blue in the face how the fish probably won't make it through the car ride home, but this will be lost on them as their focused hand becomes determined to bring home a swimmy best friend.
This year, the North Carolina State Fair is upon us and for whatever reason, it was the year of the goldfish. Besides that fact, it was the most enjoyable time with more food and fun than we could shake a fish stick at...
All we could do next was sit and wait. My husband decided the fish would either last less than 24 hours, or with our luck...10 years.
We're having a fish funeral tonight, all are welcome - and I can only hope Pumpkin had a good life while it lasted. I hope even more that next year, we'll walk - nay - run past the ping-pong game of misery, a little wiser and with a tiny piece of our hearts in loving memory for our all too temporary, State Fair fish.
Rest in Peace, Pumpkin. You were a good fish. All 24 hours of you.