Loser Mom

I know this could be the title of my entire blog, but this post will suffice (until my next screw up). Earlier this week, Cara brought home a permission slip to bring home one of the classroom fish. They have been raising goldfish and had a few that have survived who needed a home since summer is rapidly approaching. We already have a fish tank that houses our three angelfish (thanks Uncle Michael for those) and I didn't think goldfish would do well with angelfish.

I explained to Cara that we would not be bringing a fish home. My thinking was that since there were only 3 or 4 fish left, why not have them go to a home where they could be have a good tank by to themselves or with other goldfish.

When I pick up Cara today she is visibly upset. I ask her what is wrong and she tells me (as the tears start to flow) that she was one of the only kids who didn't get a fish. She tells me that she was sad because she felt like she missed out. What the crap?! There were only like 3 fish when I was in the classroom this morning and there are 17 kids in her class? I know they don't reproduce that fast.

So in my questioning, I find out that there was such a response from the kids that the kind room mom went and bought enough fish for everyone who had wanted one. So here I am with a 7 year old, crying over a dumb goldfish. If I had known that 13 other children were getting one, I would have let her bring one home to put in a bowl until it died a few weeks later. I know I could go to the store and spend the 20 cents to buy her one, but I don't think that was the point. I think she just felt bad because she was 1 of the 4 kids in class who did not get a stinking goldfish. Ugh!