Please meet the newest member of the family: Bob Fish.
Quinn's Gma J and Auntie La La took him to a school carnival where he won his very first goldfish.
The name was a close toss up between hockey and 'Bob Fish'. (Not to be confused with Bob the Fish). Eventually though, the name Bob Fish won out!
I see you, Bob Fish.
Good boy! (Yes, this was what Quinn is saying here.) You can't make this stuff up!
Steve and I wonder how long Bob Fish will hang around for....
We're afraid we may find our new friend 'floating' instead of swimming someday soon...we all know that the length of a goldfish's life is no laughing matter.
Until that day, Quinn learns responsibility with having his own pet.
...He also learned to not hug the tank too hard, as some of Bob Fish's water splashed out when that happened... he did what every little boy should do: he told his fish that he was sorry and he cleaned up his mess.
Congrats Q on your first fish, he looks like a good one! Chelsea's carnival goldie lived to be 11, so good luck!
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