The Baby and the Fish: Part 2

So, there we were, all relieved that the fish, the water and the little marbles at the bottom were all safely in the fish bowl. Yes, super dad had once again saved the day. After the unbelievable recovery, I was going to move the fish bowl for a moment to let Jackson collect himself, finish our father/son chat, then we would continue with the pictures. I grabbed the bowl at the rim and lifted it. I was going to move it 6 inches tops, but as I lifted the bowl off the floor, there was a crack, then a pop, then a crash and a splash!

That's right, super dad broke the fish bowl! As the bowl crashes to the ground, water, glass, and marbles spill out in every direction. Which leave our friend the gold fish lying there, flipping and flopping around, gasping, drowning in the open air.

obviously Jackson was not at all happy about this. Who would be? One moment your sitting with a fish bowl in your lap, smiling, splashing a little, and watching a gold fish swim peacefully, the next, your sitting in a pool of water, with glass, marbles, and panicking adults all around. Not to mention, having to see this poor fish, practically dying in front of you.

Our first priority was Jackson, who along with super dad, suffered only a minor cut aside from the obvious mental anguish. I picked him up, wet jeans and all, and passed him off to Lana who began damage control. We then cleaned everything up, and got everything reset for the next set of pictures. At this point though, Jackson had had about enough. We got a few more shots, but he never really recovered. Nap time had come and passed and lunch was now looming. So after a few more noble attempts, we called it quits and tried to relieve Jackson of his misery. The pictures turned out good considering all the factors that were working against us that morning. What can I say, when the kid is that cute, it's hard to take a bad picture!

Oh, incase you are wondering, the last I saw, our friend the goldfish was in a Styrofoam cup, staring blankly at the sides. He was no doubt traumatized. I don't know what his fate was that day or whether he is even with us any longer. Either way, I'm sure his advice to his goldfish friends would be that if you see a guy with a plastic bag and a big green net, swim the other way!