As soon as we passed through the automatic doors, I set Roo down and off she went.
She ran as fast as her chubby little legs would move her to the wall of fish tanks. All while screeching: Fishey! Fishey!
She touched each and everyone of the tanks along the bottom saying, "Fishey!" I trailed along, my heart bursting at how innocence is such a beautiful thing. She could have stayed there for hours talking to the fish (when I say talking I mean that cute, sweet babbling that toddlers do). And I could have sat there for hours, just watching her.
I hate that one day she will lose this innocence... I hate that one day when I take her to PetsMart, she'll pass by the fish without concern. She'll probably be drawn to a bird, or some other revolting creature that I'll have to pick up after.
In the end, we purchased two fisheys and brought them home to join the lonely one.