Shish

I am not a pet person. I don't like animal fur/poop/slobber around my babies, but fish don't have fur or slobber and their poop is pretty much confined to the tank. On Sunday, Jack really wanted to get our animal collection(for our future farm) started. It's livestock he's really after, but for now the fish satisfy him. Four fish and two frogs, to be exact. The best part was taking the boys to the pet store, where Matteas almost had a heart attack over the fish section. He is particularly fond of fish, and he had never seen so many in one place before. Two whole walls of the store with tanks stacked three-high. He felt compelled to announce this amazing discovery to the world, lest anyone miss out on the wonder and magic of it all. "SHISH!" he shouted to me and Aaron. "SHISH!" he yelled at Jack. "SHISH! SHISH! SHISH!" he yelled breathlessly to the employees. "SHISH!" he continued shouting to various passersby, running along the wall and pointing one little baby finger at each tank, touching it lightly like an aquatic version of duck-duck-goose. Duck-duck-SHISH! The shish are thriving so far, and the boys love the ritual of feeding them every morning and evening. They don't know where the fish food is so they can't make gluttons out of them, and they haven't tried to take the fish out to hold them yet. I'm hoping their respect for fish needs continues and I don't find any little fish raisins behind the couch.