Visiting the dead fish

Groceries are never a boring affair in our house. Our two youngest accompanied me this afternoon on a walk to the nearby A&P to pick up a few things. We left the car at home because it was a lovely day, and I figured a bit of fresh air would do us all some good. So we set off in the stroller - little man in it, and young lady perched on the big bar on the back (bless Perego!)

When we got to the store, I pulled out the list and started to orient myself to the task at hand (hey, this is serious stuff...my wife has really high shopping standards, and woe is me if I fall short, but I digress.) As we rounded the back of the first aisle, they both caught a distant glimpse of the magical aquariums. Suddenly, nothing else mattered:

She: "Ooh, I see the lobster tank!"
He: "Yah, and let's go visit the dead fish, too!"
She: "I love seeing the dead fish?"
He: How do you know they're really dead?"

So we detoured away from our regular rounds and observed our now-departed swimming friends. I (of course) had a camera handy, so I took some surreptitious pictures. The kids were fascinated at the sight, and suggested which fish from the bunch might look best in pictures. They also kept watch in case a rogue employee rounded the corner and threatened to bust me. We managed to escape unharmed this time.

I hope you had already eaten your dinner when you first loaded this entry. My apologies if you didn't.

Your turn - a weekend 2-parter:

1. The first three words that come to mind as you see our two friends on ice are...
2. On your next visit to a grocery store, I hope you'll consider bringing your camera. Take a picture of anything that tickles your photo-culinary fancy. If you remember, drop a comment here to let us know where to find it. If you already have such an animal (ha!) on file, you've just saved yourself a trip down grocery lane. Happy food shooting!