Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Goldfish

Today, when we went to pick Napoleon up from a haircut, I told Max that we'd stop and see the goldfish. I thought he would be excited and he was- he was super excited. So excited that he kept saying "I eat goldfish! Goldfish! Goldfish! Gold! Fish!" over and over.

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Don't worry, he figured out pretty quick that these kind of goldfish weren't the goldfish he was thinking of, but he loved them just the same. Also hitting his hand against the glass to scare the fish, but that's a story for another day.