I hereby sadly report the demise of our short lived friend Nacho Cheese Fish (the solid orange one). He/She did not survive the daily bowl cleaning today. Oops! I gave him a final salute as I flushed him to his watery grave. I guess the clerk at the pet store wasn't kidding, they really won't live much longer than a week.
Trying to explain a dead pet goldfish to a three year old was interesting. Nick was very matter of fact about it, possibly because it wasn't his fish that died. Ellie had LOTS of questions about this topic today. We told her that the fish had gotten sick and died and that now he/she was swimming in heaven with Jesus. Now she is just sure that next Sunday she will be seeing Nacho Cheese Fish at Mass. In a big bowl, right next to Jesus on the cross. It should be an interesting service. Unless (hopefully) she forgets over the next week.
Here was her next line of thinking:
Ellie: Do good fish go to Heaven with Jesus?
Me: Yes, Nacho was a good fish and is in heaven with Jesus.
Ellie: Well, then the next fish we get should be an evil fish. Then he won't go to heaven and he can live here forever in our bowl. Now I want an evil fish.
Me: ?!?!?! (where does she get this from?! And how does one answer that!)