Swimming with the fish(s)

“Dad, look what we won! Look what we won!”

My twins were racing through the school, ducking around other parents and students. It was carnival night and I felt like correcting them; we were not winning anything, we were investing vast sums of money on handmade games of chance, in exchange for trinkets that would be in the garbage before the sun rose.

I said nothing, squinting to see what they held in each hand. Was it water balloons?

No.

They each had two small plastic bags. Inside each bag appeared to be one very seasick goldfish.

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