About a year ago, we bought two fish for the kiddos. Like all low rent fish who are not cared for by people who have a certain yen for the care of creatures that dwell in aquariums, they eventually died. The first to succumb was Diva’s fish, who she named Hannahbelle. I noticed the lady Hannahbelle floating belly up in the little tank late in the evening, and alerted UberGeek to our plight. Then I grabbed the little green handled scoop and “fished” her out. We gave the fish an unceremonial flushing and bid her farewell while she circled the drain. I told UberGeek I would talk to Diva in the morning about the demise of her fish; that’s not his thing.
In the morning, as I was showering, a terrible thing happened; Diva woke up and noticed the fish was gone. She approached UberGeek, and he panicked. UberGeek said the first thing that came to his mind, “Hannahbelle went on vacation! She wanted to see the world like Nemo.” UberGeek was thinking to himself that he would replace the ill fated Hannahbelle with a similar fish and save his daughter the heartache. She would never know the difference, right?
Time went by as it does, grocery lists lengthened, laundry loads hummed, until finally over a year had passed. The lovely Hannahbelle, despite all the good intentions, was never replaced. Recently, we were out shopping at Wally World picking up some necessities when the kids begged to pass by the pet supplies area. As we walked past the tanks Diva began to sniffle, “I miss Hannahbelle, she went on vacation a long, long time ago and she never came back. Daddy, where is Hannahbelle?”
Eddie turned to look at his sister with a very serious look on his face, “Diva, that fish is dead and it’s never coming back! Fish don’t go on vacation.”
I suppose Santa Claus is next.