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April 29, 2005
Killing Pets
Jennifer: Guess what, daddy. Mommy said that today, if I’m good, I can get a new fishy.
Daddy: Yeah, sweetie. What kind of fishy?
Jennifer: I’m going to get a Beta.
Daddy: Where are you going to get one?
Jennifer: At PetsMart
Daddy: Don’t go to Walmart. Their fish are always sick.
Jennifer: I know Daddy. I’m getting good at picking them out. You have to get one that’s really active. His tail and his fins and his top fin have to move really good. That’s how you can tell that he’ll live a long time.
Daddy: How many have you had?
Jennifer: Probably about five.
Daddy: Sounds like you know how to pick ‘em.
Jennifer: I can’t get a hermit crab though. Momma says they don’t live long enough.
Daddy: How long do they live?
Jennifer: Well, the last one we go only lived for a week.
Daddy: He lived for a whole week?
Jennifer: Well...a weekend, I meant.
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Posted by Peenie Wallie on April 29, 2005 at 10:19 AM
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