Seized with a fit of temporary insanity*, I, once again, succumbed to the collective adorableness of my husband and daughter (see prime example below). The result? This majestic pair of 30 cent goldfish. Who Princess H named all by herself. To whom she has become quite attached.
*You will find these to be a recurring theme in my life.
So attached, in fact, that Mr. One is scheming about how to take them home with us. His (very sincere!) suggestions include:
a) Checking them in our luggage
b) Putting them in a sippy cup
c) Hiding them in a ziplock baggie, worn on a string around his neck
We fly out tomorrow. Wish me luck.
If I find them irresistible, maybe the TSA folks will, too...?