


First I will introduce you to our new fish Toodles. Then I must follow it up with the story of how we came to need a new fish. About 6 weeks ago one evening Bradley had gone golfing(yes my dorky husband golfs) And I was home alone with the kids. So being the oppurtunist that I am I put a movie on in Caleb's room and tried to get stuff done. I was folding laundry when i heard hysterical crying so I of course went running. Calebsays "my fish is out of it's cage" I am puzzled but continue towards his room a little faster I of course said "how did your fish get out of his tank" Caleb's answer was "he Jumped" I looked toward that direction and Kylee is sitting on the dresser with her hands dripping wet with a face of pure inocence she says "he didn't jump he Fwew" (Flew for those That dont know 2 year old speak) I grabbed the fish out of the underwear and returned it to water. At that point Noodle(the fish) seemed okay he swam he ate. But things were just not right from then on. So last Thursday Noodle was face down in the rocks not moving. So Bradley took him across the street to the water(flushed him down the toilet but don't tell Caleb) And we had a discussion about what happens when we die!
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