Liam fed the fish. Really really well.

I asked Liam to go put his socks on (I wanted to take us in the foothills). Instead he knocked over a shelf and poured a bottle of goldfish flakes into the fish tank. What followed was 40 minutes involving multiple trips from his room to the bathtub, a strainer I am seriously going to boil before I use again, catching "Dorothy" the boy goldfish by hand, and trying to keep Elmo (the newt) safe from the cat. I succeeded, and even changed the fish filter. Still, I am surprised any animal survived the flake food crisis.

fish food!

after. and the fish and newt were happy once more.