A fish's dream should stay in the sea

We took Cecilia to the Baltimore Aquarium on Sunday.  I wasn't quite sure how the day would go, because when the alarm clock went off at 7am, homegirl wasn't exactly enthusiastic about getting out of bed.  Or about her bath.  Or getting dressed.  Or getting in the carseat.  You get the picture.  She perked up a little bit when she discovered breakfast was a donut with rainbow sprinkles.

After a longish and uneventfulish drive to the inner harbor, we paid the astronomical twenty two flippin dollars to get into the damn aquarium.  But it was worth it to see her reaction.

Cecilia loves fish.  We have a little 20 gallon tank here at home, with half a dozen fish, some snails and a few shrimp.  She likes to watch the fish, pointing and yelling "ISH!!!  Mama!!  Ish!!!!"

She thought the aquarium was the best place ever.  She stood at the giant plexiglass tanks, waiting for the fish to swim by.  As they approached, she'd do a little bounce.  And as they passed her by, she would wave and yell "Bye!!  bye ish!  Love you!"  

My kid is SO cute.