Our miracle Carnie goldfish passed away sometime in the middle of the night.
The funeral was a small family affair. In fact only Walker & Erik were in attendance. I was busy preparing the post-funeral meal and Maggie & Will were busy crying. Not about the fish, but for food.
Walker & Erik joined us at the island counter and began to eat.
Walker: "Why did the fish have to die?"
Me: "Well, those types of fish live a hard life before we get them. They travel with the carnival operators and don't always live very long lives. They really need to live in a pond or a lake."
Walker: "I'm sad all of our fish died."
Me: "I know it is sad when things die."
Maggie: "Fish die. All gone. Go to potty now. Bye shishies." (Maggie cannot say "F" and says it like "sh"instead.)
Walker: "Can we be done now?"
Me: "You're excused."
Thirty minutes later . . .
Walker: "Mom?! When can we get new fish?"