When Ethan was born nine and a half years ago, my Grandma Doris had a plant sent to the hospital. It was the Ethan Plant. It grew and grew and was beautiful, and I was very concerned about its well being since it was, in fact, the Ethan Plant. One day about a year ago, our puppy Harley knocked the Ethan Plant over and the main stalk broke in half. I was so sad! But, alas, there was a baby plant that had started growing next to the big one. I cherished it and was so thankful that the Ethan Plant would live on. Unfortunately, this baby Ethan Plant did not survive my last move. I think it is officially dead now and I am officially sad. :(On a brighter note, the fish with no name has a new home. He no longer resides in the cereal container, but in his very own fish bowl with a plastic plant and everything. I told the man at the pet store that I wanted to buy another fish to keep my fish company and he suggested that I not do that...since they would just kill each other anyway! To this, my mom, who was with me at the time, replied "Well at least they'd be having fun!" Ah mom.
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