List

It was the best of friends....it was the worst of friends. It was a fish. And her name was "List."

As in....grocery list.

She won her at the carnival. Seriously. A two year old managed to make a tiny, bouncy ping pong ball go in the exact right spot.

And this was her prize...

She showed her to everyone who visited.

Tragically, one evening I noticed List looking a little listless. Pun clearly intended.

At first we weren't going to tell her. We were going to make the typical parental move of replacing her before Miriam even noticed. But, slowly......List drifted towards the filter....and then INTO the filter.

Yep. There was no hiding it now. I had to break the news.

She did pretty good. There were tears shed. Dances danced to "sad songs that help me be sad." A couple of questions like, "When Daddy gets home, can he fix her and help her swim again?" All in all, she took it like a girl. Lots of drama.

"Goodbye, List," she said. "You were a good friend."







And she really wanted to help Daddy flush List down the toilet.








And they had a toilet-side chat about exactly what happened to her beloved List.

But, in typical Miriam fashion, she then asked me for a new fish.

A BLUE fish.

And she shall call it....Breaka.