Fin wanted to buy her Pa a fish for his birthday. She's been planning this for months.
We had other errands to run the day we went to pick it out and of course she was impatient to get to the pet store. I explained that we had to make that stop our last one since we could not leave the fish in a hot car while we took care of other business.
"Well, honey, the heat is not good for a fish. We don't want to boil him."
"Would he die?"
"Um, yes. He would."
"Mom, there are PUH-LENTY of fish in the sea."
She actually said that. Not. Even. Kidding.
*Meet Flounder. Rock will be so pleased.