One thing I didn't tell you about my fish that I won at the carnival is that when it came time to name them, I told Mommy that they should be named Little Fishy and Little Fishy. Mommy convinced me to choose a different name for my second fish, which is how it came to be named Fish Fish. And we all know what happened to Little Fishy.
I spent some time being sad that Little Fishy was dead, and then I realized that Fish Fish was lonely and needed a new friend. I asked Mommy and Daddy about it, and they agreed. So, today, we went to the pet store. Daddy kept thinking I needed all kinds of other things for Fish Fish, from a snake to an armadillo. I insisted that I just needed a fish. Then he suggested a Nemo fish, and I told him I only wanted a regular fish. Mommy was relieved.
When we got to the store, I went straight to the tank with goldfish and asked for a little gray one. The nice man got it out and put it in a bag for me. Mommy and Daddy thought I should name the new fish friend. Of course, I thought it should be named Fish Fish, just like its friend. My parents persuaded me to choose a different name, so I chose Fish Fish Fish.
As told by Jonathan on Saturday, August 16, 2008