Sand for the Fishies

Yesterday Shaun was home with the girls all day while I was out for a rare meeting with work. He thought it'd be a good time to clean out the fish tank that'd been lying dormant for months since our last fish kicked it. He also thought it'd be fun to get the girls involved in going to the store to pick out some new ones.



When he came in the office this morning he was carefully inspecting the newly cleaned and inhabited tank. After a while he said, "Hmm...it looks like maybe one of the girls put something into the tank."



Later this afternoon, Avery was standing on the chair talking to the fish. I was working on the computer, only half paying attention. Suddenly, she brushed off her hands and said, "There, the fishies like their sand!"



I looked up to see a big cloud puff slowly settling to the bottom. What sand?! Then I went out to the kitchen and confirmed my suspicion:


Yup, finger prints in the ashes by the woodstove, aka sand for the fishies.