As part of their ongoing science lesson about animals and classifications, Connor's first grade class studied guppies. Lots and lots of guppies, which were in a classroom aquarium.
The end of school is quickly approaching, and the classroom guppies needed new homes. Connor's teacher, Ms. M, sent home a note last week that said any student could have one to three guppies if a parent signed a permission slip.
Guess how many times we heard about the guppies over the weekend? There was a lot of pleading and begging. We eventually agreed, but Connor had to pay for the fish bowl.
One day this week, I stopped by the pet store to pick up the supplies. Thirty-five dollars later, we had a simple fish bowl, a fake red plant and a few embellishments. The "I'm Crabby" is a testament to Connor in the mornings, if you're wondering. The river rock were confiscated from our recently completed landscaping project. Other miscellaneous items included in our purchase were a fish net (for when we have to clean the tank), fish food, and some water treatment chemicals.
We will not talk about how Sawyer managed to dump the entire tank on Connor's bed and Connor's bedroom floor yesterday, before the guppies even made it here. We had filled up the tank just to get the water ready for the fish to come home. So the good news is that no fish were injured in this little incident. Sawyer says he was just really, really thirsty and no one would give him a drink, so he had to improvise. Really. And that meant water all over Connor's bedroom.
No, we will not talk about that.
Today the guppies came home. Connor has been talking about them all week, wishing it was Thursday so that he would have his guppies. I have heard about nothing but baseball and guppies all week long. He is so incredibly excited about his guppies (see here).
Now he has five - three big ones and two tiny ones. We think Ms. M may have miscounted, as he was only supposed to bring home one to three, but there are very clearly five of them. Or perhaps Connor sweet-talked her into more and just isn't telling me about it.
The guppies are happily settling into their new home, and they are currently swimming in the bowl on Connor's desk. We have locked them safely behind his bedroom door for the rest of the afternoon.
I don't know about you, but I don't think the guppies would care much for Connor's bed or the carpet. And I really don't think they want Sawyer to drink them either.
