Oh My Fishy Pie

Yesterday was a day for the history books.  We (meaning Justin) had the grand idea that Luke needed his very first fish.  So one day on a trip to Petsmart to get dog food, I picked up a little bitty goldfish and a plain ol' fishy bowl for it to swim in.  Luke promptly named this little fishy "Will."  Well, according to my dear, loving husband, I didn't get the right stuff (wrong bowl, what, no rocks? what, no fake vegetation?).  So he and Luke went back to Petsmart and got a "good" bowl and rocks and fake vegetation.  Then, daddy had the grand idea of putting the fishy bowl in Luke's playroom on the little desk in there...with the fishy food on the shelf above.  As I was putting dinner in the crockpot yesterday morning, I hear screaming from the back playroom, "Mommy!  Help! Help!"  So I go running thinking the worst.  Well, it was bad, but not bad in the way I was thinking.  Luke had moved his little play table up to the desk, used it to climb up on top of the desk, stood up to get the fish food off the shelf, opened the fish food bottle and proceeded to dump ALL of the fish food out....on himself, the desk, the bowl, EVERYWHERE.  He was distraught.  He just wanted Will to "eat."  Oh my...Calgon take me away.

These are not great quality because I took them with my phone. 

But you can see him sitting surrounded by all the food and clearly upset.