Nemo was swimming kind of funny last night, and hubby said he wouldn’t make it through the night. When we woke up this morning he was belly-up on the surface of the water. We just told Brandon, who had been forewarned last night, but that didn’t make it any easier. We had a burial at sea, with one boy in tears and the other thinking it was a game and eager to flush again when the fish didn’t go down the pipes.
Hubby is making breakfast, then we’re off to the pet store for another fish.
RIP Nemo, you were a good fish for the week we had you.