This child is SPOILED

We were walking through Meijer this evening, doing some grocery shopping when we arrived at the fish tanks in the pet department. I remember when Meijer had all sorts of pets like hamsters and gerbils and guinea pigs and I think the one in Flint even had birds. The Meijer on 13 mile in Madison Heights has one tall pillar of fish; nothing else. And it looks as if even that is going to disappear.

We normally take Lincoln over to the fish to look at them because he loves to point at the tanks and get excited. Tonight every tank had a sign reading "ALL FISH IN THIS TANK 50% OFF". Then we walked down the supply aisles and a bunch of tank kits were on clearance. We took this as a sign that Lincoln needed a fish tank of his own at home so we bought a tank kit and a heater and gravel and a thermometer and to go into the tank we grabbed the last 4 orange barb fish in one of the tanks and brought it all home. "These fish needed us" has been our motto for the past 3 hours while I set up the tank, heated the water up sufficiently and transferred the fish from the double clear bags into the fresher waters of our tank. They were all swimming together in a school at the store so we thought it best not to separate them. Better chance they will survive together than apart I guess.

So there you have it. We spoil our child...or is the fish tank really for us? I had a tank in my bedroom growing up. I hated having it so much that I refused to clean it and eventually you couldn't tell if the fish were still alive because the glass was green instead of clear. Gena had several fish go to toilet bowl heaven before figuring out that you need a bubbler to add oxygen to the tank, otherwise they die. Despite our overly negative experience with captive aquatic life, we chose to go through it again. We must be masochistic.

So without further adieu, meet John, Paul, George and Ringo:

From At home with Lincoln

From At home with Lincoln