Last nite, the girls discovered one of the beta fish had died. After Suzanne helped the kids flushed the fish down the toilet and after saying goodbye, Katelyn just cried her heart out. I haven’t seen her cry this uncontrollably often: “Daddy, fhe fish is gone! we flushed him down the toilet and now he’s gone… I want him to come back.” After calming her down and telling her that her fish won’t come back again, she became distraught that we flush him down the toilet. She didn’t like the idea her fish will be among the you-know-what. Allison was distraught as well, but not nearly as Katelyn’s display. I tried to draw a lesson for the kids and told them that they’ll have to take good care of the remaining fish. Hopefully, it wasn’t too much of a guilt trip on the girls.

I guess the parents also learned a lesson: we’ll have to bury the next fish instead of flushing.