Our neighbor was having a yard sale. Chanel found a betta fish tank she just HAD to have.
I said no.
I also said that I didn't have any cash.
And that we didn't have a fish to put in the tank.
And I am pretty sure I also said that the cat would eat the fish.
Chanel then said to me, "Mom, I have moneys. Upstairs, in my piggy bank."
shit.
"Yes, you do have money in your bank. If you REALLYwant it that bad you can go get it and use your money for the tank."
And that's exactly what she did. She marched herself upstairs, got her bank and bought herself a fish tank. (I was hoping it'd end at that... it didn't.) For the rest of the day I heard all about how she needed a fish. So, I had to pour out her bank, count out $9 and took her to the store, where we were in fact THOSE people who use nickels and dimes to buy a fish and fish food.
So, long story short- we now have a betta named Fishie.
Awesome.
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