Gone Fishin'

It didn't take long for my six year old sons first gold fish to bite the big one. Worried that he might be traumatized for life seeing his little buddy taking the permanent nap I offered to hold a full scale funeral in the back yard with burial plot, head stone and prayer service. His response was,"Nah, just flush 'em". So we stood there and watched Cody (of the Zack and Cody duo, the third fish was Mr. Mosby) go round and round until he disappeared into eternity.