Two for one: get 'em while they last

I do not have plastic sandwich sized ziploc bags.

I do not have gallon sized ziploc bags.

I do not have a dry floor-anywhere in this house.

What I do have is one very creative almost-four-year-old.

And dozens and dozens of 'fish'.

Plastic fish
Tiny dinosaurs
Big dinosaurs
Child scizzors
Barrettes
Bottle caps
Rubber frogs
Barbie heads
A roaring tiger
Lots
And LOTS
Of My Little Ponies

All 'fish'..suspended in bags filled with water, gently cradled in small deft hands, carried from the 'fish store' to the 'fish tanks' and back again..all day long..for two days now.

Day two of her fledgling business has brought new items including 'sea frogs' and 'sea horses', available for customers(all her) to purchase from the friendly store owner(also her).

Day two has also brought to light the inability of ziploc bags to withstand 48 hours of filling, emptying, dropping, rolling, and general preschool travel. Trails of water line the hallway, kitchen, bedroom , bathroom, tracked through in all directions by tiny busy feet.
She's so patient as bag after bag springs a leak..transferring her aquatic friends tenderly to an ever diminishing supply of working bags...but as they get more crowded, four or five piled in closely, the 'fish' begin to look nervous..eventually, as more bags break, they won't all fit. Survival of the fittest will certainly come into play.
Barbie head fish looks like she's not going down without a fight. The green baby rhino fish should probably watch his back.

Thwarted.

Poor Willow. Today, right now in fact, her class is supposed to be at a local easter egg hunt put on just for them at a retirement community near the school..sprawling lawns to run on, countless eggs filled with treasure..happy kids running with sunshine on their backs.
They have been looking forward to this for a long time.
I looked out the window just now, and can hardly see the road through the snowstorm that has fallen on West Michigan. I can only guess that she and her classmates are looking at the same storm through the huge windows of her classroom, glumly watching as the stubborn April snowflakes cover their dreams of a trip (on public transit, which delights them) to the egg hunt down the road. At least they have highly creative, exceptional teachers who will find another way to bring their Wednesday afternoon to life.
Come on, winter - give it a rest.