They walked in with bags of coins counted out of savings jars -just enough for one fish each. They picked out their new pets and the store clerk took her time chasing down each specific fish they pointed at (how could she even tell? I wouldn't have had that kind of patience.) We then paraded through the checkout line with our handfuls of coins and elementary math skills and newly bagged fish and big smiles.
At home the fish were settled into their new home in the boy's room, they were fed, they were watched, and they were named (speedy, taco, and mock -nope, I have no idea.) I never knew a fish tank could generate such excitement but when they begged for sleeping bags I couldn't help but indulge. Three happy campers went to bed under the bubbles and glowing blue light.