Goldfish

We got goldfish at Christmas. The tank was a present for Grace, and there are five fish - one for each of us. There's Goldie (Anna's fish), Theodore (Grace's fish), Fish (Andrew's fish), Simon (Erik's fish) and Sinatra (my fish).

I should say there were five. But this morning we woke up to find Goldie floating belly up on top of the tank and there were tears.

I wanted him to get big and fat.

Why was it my fish?

This is a nightmare. (Anna has a flair for drama)

So among my other talents this morning – breakfast maker, dog walker, pet feeder, skate finder, lunch packer, sock matcher, pizza dough maker – I also got to be grief counselor and funeral director.

Whew! They should pay us moms more!