One fish, blue fish

Guillermo, looking at Tito.

Guillermo and Maya went to a wonderful birthday party today and came home with a new pet fish. Guillermo named his fish Tito. Tito's nickname is Cinderella.

My friend threw her son a carnival-themed fourth birthday party. Carnival games were set up all over the backyard and the kids had a great time throwing balls into a net, catching magnetic fish in a plastic swimming pool, and moving cotton balls from one bowl to the other with chopsticks. After each game, they received tickets. 

The food was great: frozen, chocolate-covered bananas, sno-cones, hotdogs, popcorn, cake, ice cream.  

Before they left, the kids were to redeem their tickets for a prize, a fish in a fishbowl. When the kids realized what the prize was, they went crazy. They were so excited. I've never seen Guillermo want to leave a party so quickly.  

Guillermo and Maya received a beautiful blue betta fish. Guillermo was so happy and insisted on carrying it home most of the way, taking breaks only to rest his arms.

We filled the bowl up with water when we came home and Guillermo insisted that he was the one who would feed Tito. For some reason, we decided it was OK for Guillermo keep the fish in his room. At bedtime, we read books about fish and made sure Tito, up on the dresser, could see. When I tucked him in, Guillermo asked for two pillows to prop his head up higher so he could see Tito and he reminded me he needed to feed Tito in the morning. 

Earlier in the evening, Guillermo told me that his fish at school died and that his teacher, Ms. Amber, said it went to fish heaven. I'm hoping this one will last awhile before we have to talk to fish heaven at home.