Now that she is almost three, Evelyn has reached the rank of pet owner. A couple of days ago, I took the kids to a pet shop so that Evelyn could choose a fish. I tried to really "talk up" the beta fish-- they were all packaged to go in small glass bowls and looked very low-maintenance. She was unimpressed by their solitude. Evelyn decided on a fancy goldfish with a white body and orange face. We chose a nice little tank with a filter and Evelyn picked out colorful rocks (blue, like the ocean) and artificial plants. She also added a miniature eiffel tour, but only because none of the castles would fit in our tank.
Dorothy, or-- as I am inclined to say-- Dotty, is everything I can handle in a pet. She is silent, easily contained, and brings joy and pride to my little girl. Score! Evelyn gets to feed her pet and turn on and off her light at various times of the day. Evie also talks to Dorothy and shows off her art projects. Perhaps the best thing about goldfish is that they are fantastic listeners. And Evelyn certainly has a lot to say.
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| A shark! No, it's just Henry, hoping for some goldfish action. |
