Addie got a fishy tank from Nana and Papa for her birthday. She wanted one so she could be “just like Emma,” of course. I found this really cool Ariel one that I thought she would flip over. And she did, but it is about half the size of Emma’s and for some reason requires about four times the amount of cleaning.  Emma has had her tank for 7 or 8 months and I have cleaned it…once. Addie has had hers since September, so what? Three months or so? And it has been cleaned probably four times already.

But she does love having the tank, so that makes it worth it, right?

Anyhow, for the past week every time I walk by her tank I can smell the fishy-ness and tell Addie “we have to clean your tank tomorrow!”

Yesterday was the day. Addie decided she was going to help me and use the net to “caught my fish!”

She did really well getting the fish out of the tank, scooped it up on the first try. (Note: A little foreshadowing here…)

Here she is safe and sound with not too much trouble, although it looks like Addie may have scared a little something out of her there…

Clean tank, time to go back home…

And, she makes a break for it…or she got dumped, I was too busy taking photos to see what happened.

I did however bare-hand poor little fishy back into nice clean tank…and she seems just fine.

No fish were harmed in the filming of this blog entry.

Addie however has told Emma several times today, “and then Mama scooped the fishy back into the tank. Next time I think Mama should use the net to caught my fish!”

The fish may not have been harmed, but Ad. may be a tiny bit traumatized by the whole ordeal.