December 31, 2010
Sea Monkey Massacre
This weekend, we are moving into our new house.
Needless to say, our current residence looks like the aftermath of a hurricane.
While everyone else was loading the truck, Cortlen decided that it was just as good of time as any to open up one of his Christmas presents: a plastic tank full of sea monkeys.
"Not now," I told him when he asked me to help him fill the plastic aquarium full of water.
"We can mess with the sea monkeys tomorrow," I promised. "Definitely not today."
My son is s good listener and I could have predicted what happened next.
A few minutes later, Cortlen emerged from the bathroom wringing his hands in anguish.
The water came out of the faucet faster than expected and flushed all the sea monkey embryos down the drain.
"I killed them all!" he cried.
I tried to be sympathetic, but it was hard. On Christmas morning, Kellen tripped over a box and dropped his aquarium on my living room rug. Three thousand sea monkeys lost their lives in the accident.
"You're happy!" Cortlen wailed. "Stop smiling!" he screamed.
That was almost twelve hours ago.
If you've ever had sea monkeys at your house, you know why I'm still smiling.
Happy New Year!