"My first fish!"

We had been promising C a fish once we got to MD and he was very pleased to see that Daddy already had the tank set up the night we got in.  The next evening we headed to Petco to pick out his new little friends.  And friends they are.  Several times a day he climbs up onto his little perch to check on his fish.  He says goodbye to them before we leave and goodnight to them before bed.  Even sneaking out of his room last night to, "just check on my tetras again."  He's in love.  Hopefully the little talk we had about "how fish sometimes don't live for too long, but if they die, it's ok because we can just get new fish" will save him from heartbreak when one of his little guys winds up at the top of the tank.  The first night he had them he told Daddy at bedtime, "I hope my fish don't die."  We do too, buddy, we do too.  I'm happy to report that all three tetras made it through their first night in our care alive and well.  And when I say our care, I mean the care of my boys.  I'm not really allowed to take care of these fish.  I slaughtered numerous goldfish recently after we got married, so hubby thinks it's better if this time around I have more of a 'watch and learn' experience.  I don't really know how much I've learned, but it has been really fun to watch C take such pride in being the owner of his very own fish.