Last night was an emotional night for our kids. Their beloved Fishy accidentally fell into the garbage disposal as my husband was changing its water. He felt bad for the fish's dirty water and wanted the fish to have some nice clean water in which to swim. His first reaction was that the fish had gone for a swim into the sewer system.
For almost a year now, we have been changing the water in the sink on the same side as the garbage disposal. Until last night there was never any inadvertent journeys down the drain. My husband was upset. I think not so much that he had done this, but because Caroline took it so hard. She won him last year at a school sponsored Bingo game. We never even realized that she was so attached to it.
As everyone was panicking, I realized that the Fishy could still be in the garbage disposal since that was the side of the water changing. Some how, I unwrapped myself from a hysterical Caroline and a panicked Gregory and fetched a light to shine down the disposal. There at the bottom was Fishy! I was worried about putting our hands down the thing for fear if it came on, so Benedikt fished Fishy out using two spoons.
To our amazement, Fishy was alive. Breathing. Scales missing, but breathing. In shock on its side, but breathing.
Last night, Caroline wrote this note to Fishy:
It was a sweet sentiment from a sweet girl for her beloved pet fish. This card is a keeper, though for now it is next to Fishy's bowl helping the convalescing fish on its way.
Last night and today's lesson have truly been to savor the moments of childhood innocence and wonder. Believe in miracles. Not count on things being gone if there is even a millimeter's possibility of a positive outcome. And to always change the fish over a sieve!
Here's a little Robbie Williams that fits the theme:
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