Fishies!

Welp. Today I officially sucks as a mom. I used tap water to house Caitlyn's little fish. Ultimately killing them I'm sure.

The icing on the cake? She fed them yesterday, a lot. She takes this HUGE chunk of food out of the can and as I'm saying "NO! Not that much! TOO MUCH. THAT'S TOO MUCH!" She dumps it in. I sigh loudly and inform her that fish don't need that much food. Too much food will kill the fish.

Then today? The poor little fish are dead. Upside down on the bottom of the bowl. Not sure how THAT works. But they were. So I have to wash them all out, and get the bowl ready for the next one. I may get some sort of beta plant if we go the beta way like I'm thinking. Those things are hearty.

Now, I'm just trying to figure out how to tell Caitlyn her fish, Mama and one little baby are dead. Poor girl. She's sharp and she's got a memory like a steel trap (Which is quite unfortunate for me in many, MANY situations. But that's another topic) so I know she's going to remember the conversation about too much food equals dead fish. And she'll blame herself. I'm sure it was a combination of a lot of things that killed the lil guys, but in the end. My baby is going to cry. And I'm going to feel three inches tall and like the biggest meanie in the world for telling her that right before they die.