Aidan's kindergarten class had a field trip last week, and boy-oh-boy was it ever exciting. First they went on a bus! All together! To the Blue Zoo! And there were sharks and eels and fishies and even a mermaid! (pretty sure that last one was a person swimming in the aquarium, but whatever.) After that, they had a picnic! With snacks! Two snacks! (I know there were two because I packed the snacks, and he told me for days in advance that it was imperative everyone bring TWO snacks! Two!) After that, they went to the fish market, where the kids chose new fish for the classroom aquariums! He and Timothy chose TWO fish! Two! And they named them.... are you ready for this? They named them "Big Taxi" and "Little Truck" (insert lots of exclamation points here!!!)
So that was Friday. He returned to school this morning, only to find that one of his fish had, tragically, expired. And then, as if that weren't bad enough, the other one leapt out of the tank, bashed its head open, and died. Right there before his very eyes. This was a tragedy of monumental proportions. Two fish, his only fish, over whom he was supposed to watch for the rest of the school year, and both tragically died on his very first day as caretaker, one an apparent suicide.
I listened to the whole story with the kind of empathy only a mother can muster. And then I made the mistake of trying to talk. I was curious, you see, which fish had leapt to its doom. And so, with my best sad face, I said, "I'm so sorry that happened, Aidan. Tell me again, was it Big Taxi or Little Truck who jumped out of the tank?"
And then, gentle reader... I burst out laughing. Because honestly, who names a fish "Big Truck"? Or "Little Taxi," for that matter? Do fish names really need adjectives?
And when I started laughing, Shay started laughing. Soon enough, even Aidan joined in, though I'm not sure he understood why it was so gut-wrenchingly, uproariously funny.
Rest in Peace, Big Taxi.
Same to You, Little Truck.
We hardly knew thee....