Tad is dead.
It was only a matter of time given the circumstances he was to endure in this mortal fish life. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, scroll down to my previous post where Hadley named her goldfish Tad, Rad and Cad--likely after the names of her first three boyfriends.
When we brought them home from the store, we let them stay in the bag and float in the tank for a couple of hours to adjust to the water temperature. We instructed the children that under no circumstances were they to feed the fish without our permission, or touch the tank.
Seem like simple instructions? Fess up: how many of you have ever caused a goldfish's demise?
It was only a few hours after this lecture when Hadley's friend Alex walked into the den where Jamie was working. She covertly closed the door behind her and confided in Jamie, "I didn't do it."
This is always a bad sign.
"Didn't do what, Alex?"
"Promise not to yell at her, OK?"
This is a worse sign.
Jamie bolted out of his chair and raced into Hadley's room. Nothing could have prepared him for what he encountered. Hadley was nekkkid, sitting atop her dresser. She had dumped out one-third of the tank's water all over her drawers as she tried to scoop out the petrified fish with a Tupperware container.
Note: when I say petrified, I mean Scared Out of Their Fins, not the kind of petrified fish you find frozen in time against an ancient wall.
Though at that moment in their lives, I am sure they wished for the latter.
"I just wanted to pet them," Hadley explained.
She really does need a dog. Last I checked, fish aren't exactly snuggly.
The fish survived Round 1 but a few days later, Hadley observed that Tad was taking a nap in his cave. Or so we thought. Evidently, fish aren't cave nappers. Or too smart. Turns out poor Tad met his demise by getting stuck in his man cave.
Let this be a lesson to men everywhere.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
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HAHAHAHAHA! Thank you for the laugh this morning. We lost 7 of our fish... only have 1 left. I'm kind of waiting for this one to die because I hate cleaning the tank.
And my little man already talks about hanging out in grandpa's man cave.
Aaaaawwww poor Tad.
I couldn't tell you how many fish we have killed. No pets at this house.
Oh man, poor girl!
I won a fish at a fair and my parents let us take it home thinking it would die a few days, tops a few weeks later. That thing lived for YEARS! I was even hoping it would die already I was so over it!
The man cave I love it!! So when it started with Jamie walking in the room and you daughter was *ahem* under dressed I thought this was going to be worse, like she was trying to swim with them or something like that.
Oh, that Hadley is certainly keeping you on your tail. Er, toes.
RIP, Tad.
Oone of my son's had a fish tank. We have had many fish over the course of time. We did not have a man cave in there- but we still lost a lot of fish. And as a lesson to children, the parents eat the young. I'm just saying.
I feel bad for giggling.
Word to the wise? Hamsters may be slightly more snuggly than fish, but their eyes REALLY bug out when five year olds try to snuggle them. I'm just sayin'.
Hadley is so precious!!
I'd be lying if I said we've never killed a goldfish. It took many years before we got some that actually lived-and grew. And those suckers get big! I had to give them away to people with a pond. Do you know how long they survived that? It wasn't long.
My kids need a dog, too. I'm on the fence. No potty training issues here-and that's the problem. I don't want to clean up after a dog!
oh, that's hilarious. why was she nekkid? yep, get that girl a dog!!
Just yesterday I was talking with someone about the name Tad, and we were discussing what names go with Tad. Now I know!
Haha ... no childhood is complete without the loss of a goldfish or two. Was Hadley upset when she found out Tad wasn't napping?
Somehow I have managed to get by without any other living being in our house other than my three monkeys.
After three months, well over the anticipated timeframe, our mail order tadpoles mutated into some freakish creature that looked like a tadpole with feet but no arms. The kids made me give them away to the pet store. Just a few days of proper care and they finished their mutation into beautiful frogs.
Yeah, I think a fish might be the solution.
ROFL!
Poor Tad. Poor Hadley. Poor Jamie! You're right, it's not a good sign when your child's playmate asks you not to yell at your own kid!
Too funny!! Sad for the fish and for the messes you have had to clean, but still, too funny!!
We've done the fish water all over the room thing before. I wasn't entirely amused.
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