They're names are Fox, Rex, and Cody.
If you are a Star Wars fan, these names mean something. If you're not, then they're just names.
Notice the yellow can on your left. That's the fish food. We poked a little hole in the top and emphasized that little fish only eat a little food. Too much food: fish die.
Not enough food came out. So, Mike, problem solver that he is at age eight, made a bigger hole. Wednesday, at 10:00 p.m. well after he should have been asleep and at exactly the time I wanted to be asleep, he remembered he needed to feed them.
Half a can.
Grumpy Mommy who'd gotten out of bed at his wail told him, "We'll that's why we made a little hole."
Grumpy Mommy went back to bed.
Fox, Rex, and Cody were going to eat too much and die.
Back to Mike's room I go. First, I try to scoop food out with the fish net.
So, at 10:30, I'm cleaning the bowl. It's a time-consuming thing. I have to clean it and then put the drops in and leave it for 20 minutes. Then, after 20 minutes I can scoop out one cup and pour that cup into the bowl holding the terrified fish who are thinking, "How did I get into this ugly Big Gulp cup. I can't see! What is that giant netty thing that's coming at me."
Once I've combined water, I get to wait another ten minutes before I move the fish to their bowl. Which I then carry back to Mike's room.
Me, I'm in bed at 11:00. The alarm will ring at 5:00. I wanted to go to bed at nine.
So often, my storyline takes a twist of it's own.
Not a black moment, exactly. More like a fish tale.