This weekend spelled an end to the typical Daddy-Daughter activities. Instead of singing ABCs and making faces we’d be in a car, and then in a city and then in a fish jail.
We had a great time. I’d say that fish jail looks much nicer than people jail. Maybe people in jail should get in touch with whoever represents fish.
Overall it was a good trip. I would recommend seeing fish in their natural habitat. Surrounded by artificial rocks and plants and being slapped by entire 5th grade Chicago public school class.
I don’t know what they say or why, but they do it all the time. It must be genetic.