My son had a small two and a half gallon fish tank.
He got a goldfish at the carnival and he wanted the fish tank to keep it in.
I couldn’t get it up on the wall, since it already had water and gravel in it. I carried the fish tank up to his room and put it on his stand. Two hours later, I heard my son crying, and I went upstairs. He remembered the man at the carnival telling me not to put cold water in the tank. He thought the water was too cold and carried the water over to the air vent. After putting the tank on the air vent, he got up on a chair and turned the thermostat up to 80. He just wanted to warm Goldie up, but now she was floating. I had to stop myself from laughing, but I didn’t know what to say. I told him Goldie’s floating wasn’t his fault. They gave old fish away. When the fish floated, kids would make their mommies and daddies come back to the carnival so their kids could win more old fish. Goldie was just a victim of old age. How could I tell him that the water was hot enough to poach a fish when the temperature was set at eighty. I was sure the sudden change in temperature from being set on the air vent was part of Goldie’s floating, but that would have had my son crying even harder. My son eyed me up and then asked if this meant I was going to take him back to the carnival, and I said no.