Man The Harpoons!!!

Before

Last summer Saffron "won" a goldfish at the Fennimore Fun Fest. Typical spend about five bucks to toss a ping pong ball into a goldfish bowl and win a 79 cent gold fish (you don't even get to keep the bowl). Normally, after purchasing a bowl, some gravel and a supply of goldfish food, the darn thing goes belly up in it's fine new bowl. This is usually followed by a toilet-side funeral service and a farewell flush. This dosen't hold true in Saffie's book of life.  Here we are six months since the successful ping pong ball toss and the dam fish is not only surviving but has grown to outstanding proportions. The once one and a half inch fishie has bloomed into a, nearly twelve inch Moby Dick. The normal goldfish bowl has given way to a twenty gallon tank where (the name escapes me) resides. The question is, will Saffie get mom and dad to buy a bigger tank or will Whatsitsname become the main course at dinner one night? One thing for sure, there won't be a ceramic funeral for it. Too big to flush!

Present day

Educational TV (For Grandpas)

This past week Jo and I had the pleasure of "babysitting" Grandkids Saffron and Sebastian while mom and dad went off on their long awaited honeymoon. All went well as Grandma Jo ran herself to a frazzle and I remained in a backup/support role. Now,  Saffie is a notoriously picky eater. However this week she ate well. She cleaned her plate at almost every meal and didn't fuss and fight about any of the food.  That is until Saturday evening approached. At a loss for a final meal before mom and dad repossessed their family, we decided to have hambergers. Saffie and I were on the couch watching cartoon shows when I asked her if she liked hambergers, she immediately replied, "NO!!!!". I asked her if she would try eating one for supper, to which she immediately replied, "NO!!!!!!!". Not wanting to get into a food fight with a four year old, I quietly continued watching the cartoon show which happened to be Sponge Bob Square Pants. I guess it pays to pay attention to what the kids are watching. It suddenly dawned on me that Sponge Bob worked for Mr Krabs at the Krusty Krab and the specialty at Krusty Krab was Krabby Patties. The old Grandpa mind burst into action and without thinking twice (or maybe even once) I blurted out, "Do you like Krabby Patties?". "Yes!!!!!" Saffie replied. So for her dinner we proudly presented her with her very first Krabby Patty which scarfed down with great relish (actually catsup). Once again, Grandpa's childish intuition saves the day (or evening meal) The next time you're faced with a finicky, cartoon watching, toddler just hop on over the the :Golden Arches" and order up a Happy Meal featuring a Kabby Patty