rip george
Brenner and I had a great morning together, unlike the usual nagging it takes to get Brenner dressed and his room picked up after his morning ritual to empty his toy baskets to find the PERFECT toy to take to school. We ate breakfast and even did our hair together. He strategically placed half the bottle of gel in one area on top of his head and it took everything in me not to re-do his hair before walking out the door. He was so proud of himself and said, "I look sharp huh mama".
Poor George...cause of death...gill & fin trauma. Yesterday I woke to find the little guy caught sideways in the tank filter. I doubted the outcome after freeing him, but Brenner and I said a little prayer and hoped for the best. I could tell that after we flushed George that Brenner was really processing the story I told him that "fish go to heaven after we flush them" and the question that followed...well...it's my blog title. Priceless.
Tonight we have dinner with Papa Georgio (Adam's Dad), who is here visiting from Maine. A relaxing night out and not having to figure out what to fix for dinner is always a plus in my book.
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