Sorry Mr. Goldfish
Our house is filled with lots of imagination. We get at least two versions of every story.
When I was in the shower today, Clif came in the bathroom and said Austin took care of one of the goldfish (we had 3 when I got in the shower). I asked what in the world he was talking about. He said, "He flushed one of the goldfish!" Austin told Clif that he had flushed the fish because it was dead.
Two minutes later Clif returned with version 2 of the story. You aren't' going to believe this one. Austin took the fish upstairs and put it under Lauren's pillow! Clif found it still barely moving and put it in the toilet. The poor little goldfish started swimming around. Trying to save him, Clif went down for the net to scoop him out. As he walked down the stairs, he heard the flush. Tyler had decided that he needed to do the honors.
When I got out of the shower I asked Austin what he was thinking. He said that he wanted a fish in his room. And there you have it. Five year old logic.






