Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

This morning Mog and I headed to Wal-mart to pick up some pictures I'd had developed, and when he asked where we were going, as we were getting in the car, I replied, "To market, to market, to buy a fat pig."

He said, "Oh. That'll be fun!"

But instead of a fat pig, we came home with these guys:



Meet Crosby, Stills, and Nash. I love the way Nash's eyes are bugging out in this picture of Eliot feeding them. Or wait...is that Nash? It might be Crosby. I'm not sure.



Anyway, today seemed like a fish day. Unfortunately, before we even got home, Eliot started talking about getting out his fishing pole, and I had to explain to him that we don't play catch and release with goldfish. Clearly he's been hanging around Daddy lately. Then he asked, "Eat fish?" Um. No.



These fish are totally doomed. Poor little bastards.