Meet Buddy. I bought him for my daughter, but turns out it was really for myself. I love to watch him and feed him fruit flies. (Funny how we used to have fruit flies everywhere, but now they are no where to be found . . .) Buddy is brighter colored, more purple and definitely happier now than when I first took this picture. And if anyone can offer tips on how to take a picture through a fish bowl, I am all ears!
Here’s a recent conversation between my daughter and her grandfather.
Me: Show grampa your new fish!
My daughter: Grampa, see my fish? His name is buddy.
Grampa: Oh, he’s pretty!
My daughter: He’s not a girl; he’s a boy.
Grampa: Oh, then he’s handsome.
My daughter: Grampa, he doesn’t have hands. He has flippers