Tyson loves our dogs but he also loves fish. I had the brilliant idea that maybe he would like a fish of his own. I don't have a great track record with fish tanks. They get dirty quickly and fish are known to up and die on me at a moment's notice. I am seriously rolling the dice by getting this kid a fish but what the hell, right? It's a goldfish for crying out loud.
So anyway, Tyson was SO adorable at the pet store. He had been coached the whole way there that we were going to get him a "fishie". We walked into PetsMart and he immediately runs to the display (empty) tanks and yells "fishie!". That's my boy. I discreetly corrected him and pointed him towards the wall of fish tanks that was glowing from across the store. He turned and ran towards them, proceeding to push strangers and employees out of the way in the process shouting -- you guessed it -- "FISHIE!" I was trying so hard not to laugh and wishing sorely I had brought my camera. It was a moment I will never forget, that is for sure.
Tyson waited so patiently for Mel to acclimate to his new home.
There's something magical about the way a kid sees the world. Such innocence and happiness can be found in something as simple as a pet goldfish. Ah to be young again.