We are now fish owners. Not my idea, but I played along and agreed to let the kids each have a goldfish. Westy was so happy about this and probably the most excited. He has been looking at the goldfish in Wal-Mart for years now (every time we go he has to see them). We shall see how this goes.UPDATE: It has been probably close to three weeks since we got our new little friends, but unfortunately, we are not as good of goldfish keepers as we had anticipated. We have lost our little friends at the rate of one a week since they came to live with us. I don't know what I'm doing; I clean the tank, they die. I leave the tank dirty, they die. I feed them twice a day, they die. I feed them three times a day, they still die. Right now we are down to one fish.
When Weston realized that his was dead he was devastated. He ran over to Kyle crying, saying that I killed his fish because I never cleaned the tank that week. Kyle's response was, 'that is the reason we don't own pets other than the dog we have, because mom doesn't know how to take care of them'. Then Westy said, 'would a turtle be safe in our house?'
