The other day was Tevita's birthday (friend's kid) and he had told us that he wanted a pet for his birthday. His mom would never let him have a dog or cat so he said he wanted a fish. His mom still said no animals...but I'm an aunty, we can't let a little thing like rules prevent us from spoiling the kids.
Anyways, I was hunting down books on Saturday morning at garage sales (yes I know, I'm completely book chronic right now) and I went to a garage sale in Manoa. Unfortunately, there were no books but they were selling two goldfish in separate tanks for only 5 bucks. I called my friend and said that I was coming over with part of her kid's birthday present. When he saw the fish, he was soooo excited. They named him Panyo after some movie and he really seemed to have enjoyed the present. This was on Saturday.
On Sunday evening after his birthday party, my cell phone is ringing with his mom's number. As soon as I say "Hello", I hear a frantic kid's voice on the other line yelling "Aunty, the fish died, Panyo died, the fish is dead. When we came home from the party he was DEAD!!!" I thought he was messing with me and so I asked him to talk to his mom. His mom comes on the phone and said, "Yep, the fish is dead. He's traumatized" Then she proceeds to bust out laughing. I was like, shut the hell up. I did tell her to stop laughing but she couldn't help it, she was busting a gut.
I felt sooooo bad. I told her to tell him that I would take him to the pet store to get another fish or a couple of fish. Full price this time! No more busted ass, discount, garage sale fish.
Anyways, I was hunting down books on Saturday morning at garage sales (yes I know, I'm completely book chronic right now) and I went to a garage sale in Manoa. Unfortunately, there were no books but they were selling two goldfish in separate tanks for only 5 bucks. I called my friend and said that I was coming over with part of her kid's birthday present. When he saw the fish, he was soooo excited. They named him Panyo after some movie and he really seemed to have enjoyed the present. This was on Saturday.
On Sunday evening after his birthday party, my cell phone is ringing with his mom's number. As soon as I say "Hello", I hear a frantic kid's voice on the other line yelling "Aunty, the fish died, Panyo died, the fish is dead. When we came home from the party he was DEAD!!!" I thought he was messing with me and so I asked him to talk to his mom. His mom comes on the phone and said, "Yep, the fish is dead. He's traumatized" Then she proceeds to bust out laughing. I was like, shut the hell up. I did tell her to stop laughing but she couldn't help it, she was busting a gut.
I felt sooooo bad. I told her to tell him that I would take him to the pet store to get another fish or a couple of fish. Full price this time! No more busted ass, discount, garage sale fish.
***Update. I spoke with my other friend, the kid's aunty and she said that on Sunday night, he was sitting in the living room all sad. When she told him I would buy him a new fish he said that he didn't want one because he couldn't take care of it. He said that the fish died because he wasn't home to feed it lunch and since he has school, he can't give the fish lunch everyday. I am the worst aunty in the world. Maybe a super duper banana split with a gajillion cherries on top will fix it. I am seriously wracked with guilt. I've traumatized a 6 year-old FOREVER. Damn that garage sale fish!
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