Sunday morning Katie was looking at her tank and said, "Mama, there's a baby fish in the tank." I asked her if she was sure it wasn't a piece of food and she was pretty adamant about it being a baby fish. JC went over to look and told me to come over, there definitely was a baby fish in the tank.
One baby fish. Do you see it coming?
Now, not having known fish to have one offspring and call it a day, I looked at JC and said quietly, I'm guessing there were more. He agreed. After they had walked away from the tank, I witnessed what can only be described as a convergence of half our tank in the corner that the baby had been swimming in. There was a lot of darting, pushing, chasing and then... no baby. Eek.
Katie was very upset with the fish that ate the baby - and I mean MAD not sad - and is planning on figuring out which one it was and putting them on punishment. Why are you asking me that? I don't know what kind of punishment you put fish on or how she's going to determine who should be punished. She may interrogate them, I have no idea.