Isaac noticed his betta fish, Freddie, was looking pretty sickly yesterday. "I have an idea, Mom - we should feed him!" So we did. The fish didn't eat and I promptly cleaned his bowl to get rid of yesterday's rotting meal too.
By 7pm Freddie was dead, only we had company over so I didn't bother to tell Isaac. His daddy broke the news to him this morning but he had to come check with me to make sure it was true. When I nodded the affirmative, Isaac dissolved into tears. "Freddie is MY PRESENT! I don't want him to die. I want to see Freddie!" Oh, how sad to see my son's first brush with death. (Unless you count all the bugs he's squished for me.)
"Where is Freddie?" We (flushed him down the toilet) sent him to the river where all dead fishies end up. "Is Freddie in fish heaven?" We'll have to ask Jesus when we see Him whether there is a fish heaven.
Would you like a new fish, sweetheart? "Yes," red eyes clearing and looking across the french-toast-laden breakfast table. "I will name him 'Syrup.'"