Lately I’ve been devoting most of my posts to my 365 project so I thought I’d give you guys a little break and talk about something else…how does death and dying sound?
Coen awoke from his nap the other day to Guy (his goldfish) belly up. I feel really bad…we only had him for a week I’m not sure what we could have done in that time period to kill the poor thing. Coen and I had a little talk about what happened, it went something like this:
Me: Coen, Guy died. (really, how was I supposed to put it?) That means he can’t swim around or do anything anymore because he’s dead (I really should have read up on how to explain this.)
Coen: Maybe we should feed him more?
Me: That won’t make him be alive again. Once your dead your dead. (okay in retrospect this was very harsh of me)
Coen: Maybe I will blow on him really really hard. (He commences blowing on him, which of course makes him move a little) See mommy!
Me: No he’s just moving because you blew on him (this is really not making any sense to him and I’m even confusing myself a little) It’s time to give Guy back to the ocean…we’ll flush him down the toilet and that will bring him back to the ocean. (thankfully Coen is already potty trained or this could have been a really bad move)
Coen: Oh well. Me get a new fish the same as Guy!
The end…well except when we went to get another goldfish the lady at the pet store wouldn’t sell us one after hearing our tale…because they were out of water filters (apparently a necessity!) and she didn’t want to risk sending another little “guy” home with us. I’m totally serious. Soooo I guess we’ll have to wait until the filters come in before getting another one. Bummer.