Welcome Froggy, Fishy...Cinderella???

Twelve years ago, before I was a twinkle in my mommy's eye she had a goldfish named Bubba, but this wasn't just any goldfish. Bubba was my mommy's first 'pet' after she moved out of her parent's home to live on her own at 18. Times were tough and all she could afford was her 10 cent Wal-Mart goldfish, Bubba lived in a medium sized glass bowl with a little bit of gravel, a plant, and a little shark figurine. Bubba traveled many places and shared five wonderful years with my mommy. That might be a record for a Goldfish.
He was around obviously for her first apartment, her second apartment, and third, all of college and when she married my daddy. Unfortunately Bubba the goldfish never made it to my mommy's and daddy's first house.
My daddy had to deliver the bad news to my mommy after a night of work and school that bubba had passed away in his fish bowl. My mommy still tears up when she thinks of my daddy asking her to sit down because he had some 'bad news' and all he could do was look over at Bubba's little bowl, my mommy knew. This was about two weeks before the big move.
My mommy kept Bubba's bowl, supplies and has moved it from apartment, to house, and now to the house we all live in but she has never had the heart to purchase another goldfish, but guess what?????
My mommy and daddy surprised me with a Crowntail Betta fish. Yep, I now have a fish tank in my big boy room! It is so beyond the bowl. It is Sesame Street themed and has Elmo snorkeling in it. Yahoo!
My fishy is very cool. He has so many different colors of blue, green and red, and he loves to flare out his pretty fins. Best of all I have finally picked a name for my fish...my boy fish...first I picked Froggy...then I called him just fishy...finally (drum roll please) I have decided on calling my boy Betta fishy Cinderella. Yes, Cinderella. Shockingly, we all thought it had a ring to it. Welcome to our home Cinderella!