That's right, I killed another fish!
For Jackson's 3rd birthday, he wanted a fish. So on the day he turned 3, we marched into Petsmart and bought a beta fish. $20 for the whole she-bang. Fish included. He named the little red fish Maxwell, and fed him his pellets and stared at him in awe through the bowl. Ideal situation, low maintenence pet and Jackson was happy. Sadly, about two weeks ago, Maxwell took a ride on the porcelain express. I discovered his lifeless little flippers about 10 minutes before having to be at school and panicked! G's went out and got another one in the bowl before we got home and the boys didn't notice a thing, thank goodness. He lived a good little life of almost 2 years, and for that I'm grateful (btw, life expectancy for beta fish is 5-9 years).
Like I said, this was about two weeks ago. Tonight, as I was dropping "Maxwell No.2's" pellets in the bowl, I noticed him at the bottom of the bowl-DEAD. What gives? Why am I killing fish? OH! And did I mention that about 6 months ago my friend Robin went to Chicago and left me in charge of her fish and I killed that one too.
I guess my question is, do I get another one and keep up the charade, or do I confess to the boys that their mother is unfit for a fish?