Sadly, Mr. Blues (the Beta fish) died on Thursday. Kenzie cried and cried when Cindy broke the news to her. Cindy wasn't sure...what do you do with a dead fish?? Bury it?? Flush it?? So...she saved it for me. As soon as I got in the door from work, Kenzie wanted to show me his body. I really did not want to see it, but ended up giving him a little flush when she was out back playing. When she came in, she wanted to know what happened to him. I just overheard part of the conversation. Cindy thought she could maneuver around the question, "he's in heaven." Kenzie was unsatisfied with that answer, "but where's his BODY?" Cindy, taking the low road, replied, "go ask your mother."

And, potentially more horrifying, we went camping this weekend and lost Chirpie! The last known sighting was at Thriftway when Kenzie was pushing him around in the little cart. She had returned the cart and I didn't think to check if she had him. So, when we got to the camp site we searched the car, the camper, the suitcase: no Chirpie. I called Jackie, who called Thriftway and found a nice lady who turned the grocery store up-side-down looking for him...to no avail. We made it through the night by promising that he was "probably" at home waiting for us. Luckily, he was found at home...out back on a rock. When I told Kenzie she said, "poor Buddy! He had to sleep on a ROCK!"