Carter picked out a goldfish and named her Deb.
He watched Uncle Jon transfer her to his bowl.
Two hours later, Deb was floating. Or as I told Carter, Deb liked to sleep too much, so we needed a different fish... The next day I went and exchanged Deb for a blue betta who Carter named Dorothy, and so far Dorothy is still alive & kickin'...RIP poor little Deb.
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