One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Dead Fish

Well mommy fish passed away last night :( . We came home and she/he was swimming just fine and then at 9:00 last night on the bootom lied a very sad looking fish. My heart broke because Claire was so excited to have the fish. We decided to just race out to Petsmart in the morning and just buy her a new one. After a little while we felt that lying wasn't the best choice and she understands that Jesus takes people home so we decided to be honest with her. Daddy disposed of mommy fish, and we went to bed. All this morning we dreaded talking to her and at first she was a little upset with the situation but then this is how the conversation finished:

K: "No mommy I want mommy fish"

me: "Claire, Jesus took mommy fish home"

K: "Okay I want a new pink fish"

me and daddy whisper to each other: "Great now we have to go find a pink fish which is probably not going to be as cheap as the nice practically free Beta Fish".

Claire ran off and is happily playing!

I am so glad children are so resilient!