Krispy Fry and Other Sundry

Once upon a time we went to the fish store. And then afterward, we went to Krispy Kreme for a donut. (Because Krispy Kreme is the other side of the city from where we live and when we're anywhere nearby, let alone next door, I do NOT turn down a good greasy donut) And then C-man named his new fish Krispy. Fast forward a couple of months for that tiny speck of a fish to mature and discover that he was put in the tank with a female version of him, and we now have Krispy fries. Lots and lots of little tiny kribensis, much to C-man's delight. I was expecting a lot more questions about how that happened, but haven't gotten any. For now, we're just all excited we have a tank full of baby fish.
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I'm home today with C-man. We went into the walk-in clinic yesterday because he was in such awful pain and his ear was oozing gunk. Apparently he has inner ear AND ear canal infections. Which is delightful. And not at all gross since I'm the one he's deemed to be the only one who should regularly clean it out for him. (Dry heave) He's quite a bit better today mood-wise and was able to mostly sleep last night, but it was a hard sell sending him to school when his ear is oozing all that nastiness onto his shirt. Plus, I think one more day of playing bowling and watching the Pink Panther episodes will probably do his body some serious good.
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Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. At least C-man has all his Valentines written out. I wish I did.