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.
"Why not?"
"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.
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