The fall festival sent us home with three little goldfish: Ralph, Goldilocks, and AlphaStone. Three kids. Three fish. Perfect.
We pulled out our previously unused fish bowl, gravel, and plastic plants, and set up a fishy oasis in the kitchen. Three little fish swam, unconcerned. Excitement.
By Monday afternoon Goldilocks and AlphaStone floated, no longer troubled by the things of this world like when the yummy food flakes would appear again.