R.I.P. Spotty

It was just one of those weekends.

I was overcome with house building stress and a head cold, and then when I walked into the boys room I noticed Spotty had given up the ghost. Steve was on a day trip with friends, so I called him to tell him so he could warn the boys, but when they got home Jack was asleep and Max said, completely deadpan, "I heard Spotty died. That's so sad," and then promptly went to bed. Jack did ask to see Spotty in the morning but I had already flushed him, so we showed him his empty bowl and he just looked at it and then said "Too bad he's gone."

He did make it more than a week though, to exactly two, actually. A pretty good life span for a large goldfish in a small bowl being tended to by a four and a six year old.

We'll (sort of) miss you, Spotty.