Love hurts...

*I'm giving you fair warning, this story gets icky* As we were nearing bedtime, Jack came in, nervously, and said, "I didn't mean to squeeze the fishy, it was an accident." Curious what such a statement could mean, I hurriedly walked into Max and Jack's room and looked in the fish tank. The step stool was pulled next to the fish tank, the lid was off, and the goldfish was floating. "Uh oh", I thought to myself. Do you remember that part in "A Knight's Tale" when the one guy is threatening the herald and says, "I'll fong you until your insides are out! Your entrails will become your extrails." Yep, that's what happened to our fishy. He'd been loved a little too much. We later found out that Jack wanted to get the fish out so he could hold it and play with it. Seriously, I'm amazed he caught and held onto that thing with his bare hands. I guess I don't have to worry about him starving in the wilderness. He's catching fish with his bare hands at the early age of 3!!

So another one bites the dust. And I was just thinking that this fish had been alive for a long time! We weren't mad, just felt sorry for this poor, poor fish. I could tell Jack knew he'd done something wrong and felt bad. Maxine was a little upset that the fish was dead but seemed fine once I said we'd just get a new one. (This is why I only get 12 cent fish! Could you imagine if it was a puppy?? Too sad to even think about!)

So you've been forwarned! Keep this crook away from your small pets...

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