Fishsitting

This week I got to fishsit for the boys. Fishsitting is like babysitting, except you watch fish instead of babies. Aunt Car brought the fish tank over and we placed it in the middle of our kitchen table. I was supposed to give it an "Ava-sized" pinch of food each night before bed. One night, while the moms were in Ella's nursery, I took it upon myself to feed the two fish, Stripey and Big Red. I single-handedly climbed up onto the chair, squatted onto the table, opened up the can of fish food and dumped at least half of it in. The moms came running out and were all in a tizzy. Apparently I forgot the part about an "Ava-sized" pinch. Luckily, there was a metal lid on the tank and that caught most of the food. Mom got most of the rest out. Luckily, Stripey and Big Red were okay and made it through the week with us. I want my own fish now!