Dd went to a birthday party today. It was carnival themed. She came home with two fucking fish. I had to go buy a bowl and all the crap that goes with it? And for what? The inevitable conversation about death that I'll have to have with her in about two weeks.
Who would think this was a good idea?!
ETA: Damn! That blew up over night! I haven't gotten through all of the replies yet, but Pipsqueak and Flower Candy are still alive in their bowl and I talked to dd's about my inability to keep fish alive so that they won't be too heartbroken if the things die.
*For everyone asking why I didn't just refuse the "gifts." Dh picked dd up from the party and didn't know how to react when the fish were handed to him.
Also, for everyone telling me to get over it and that it's not a big deal- you're right, it's really not a huge deal, but a pet, any type of pet, is something I'd like to make a decision about bringing into our lives and I still feel like it was very presumptious of them to send the fish home with my five year old. I'm not going to call the parents and bitch, I'm not going to flush them, but in the future I will make sure that nothing that breaths comes home from a party with any of my kids.