Well, once again our fish has died... it will be up to me to come up with a great story for my boys. Do I tell the truth??? "Mommy cleaned his bowl and accidentally made the water too warm" or shall I concoct a elaborate tale to help ease the pain... my pain that is as I am the one who will face the innocent child who has now lost a dear member of our clan.
Perhaps the kitty ate the fishy....
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Gina, Tell the boys the fish died, let them boys bury the fish in the back yard, say a prayer over it and walk away.
Hi Gina, How did the "fish funeral" go? I re-read my first comment and I noticed I said "them" boys. You can't get rid of the Missouri way of speaking!!
Yo'gramma
Michael took the death better than expected. A new fish was all it took.
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