"Okay, sweetie, which one do you want?" Mac asked, bending down to the girl's level.
"Goldfishie!" the girl said excitedly, grabbing her mother's hand and dragging her over to the tank with the goldfish.
The man who had decided to help them got a chair for the girl to stand on and choose the fish of her preference.
Mac was watching with a smile on her face as the girl's nose was pressed up against the tank while she looked for her fish.
She felt two strong arms wrap around her waist and smiled wider.
"She pick one yet?"
Mac shook her head. "Not yet."
"What? I had time to go look at almost half the other fish and she's still not done?"
"Nope."
"That one!" the girl exclaimed, pointing at a fish. The worker in the store grabbed a bag with water and a small net and went after the fish. He finally got one and was about to put him in the bag, when the girl spoke up, "NO! That's not him!"
"Kaylen, how do you know it's not him? They all look the same!" Harm asked.
"Because I know, kay?" She saw both her parent's eyebrows go up at her tone, and quickly added something. "Can I have the net, please?" she asked the worker with a sugar-sweet smile.
He handed it over and held the bag so she could put the fish in it.
The girl simply placed the net in the water and waited.
The three adults looked on, the worker a little impatient.
Finally, after not having moved the net one inch, a fish swam into the net and Kaylen smiled.
"That's him!" she said happily, much to the adults' surprise.
She quickly scooped him up and put him in the plastic bag with water.
The worker tied the bag closed and handed it to Mac, who couldn't stop laughing, nor could Harm.
"You are a very strange little girl," the worker said to Kaylen, who simply smiled her response.
