On his way home from school the other day, Q reached into the bag on the seat next to him from my favorite store (all in unison: "The Dollar Tree") and found a plastic egg tray that I planned on using when we died eggs to let the eggs dry. He decided it made a much better containment unit for goldfish. He painstakingly filled each little cup with goldfish crackers (while I was objecting the whole time from the driver's seat) and then complained when we hit a bump and they went flying.
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