Zoe's dead. It didn't take long. I thought beta fish were supposed to live forever? Well, whether it be the coldness of the night or starvation, I'm not sure which, but she's in heaven with all the other unfortunate fish out there. Rest in peace, Zoe.
Kid was sad about her passing. He didn't quite comprehend why she died. Not having a solid reason was very hard for him, I should have just made up a heroic story of her bravery, but alas, my imagination has gone downhill. Must read more books.
The following conversation:
Kid: If Zoe is dead does that mean she's a fossil?
Me: Hmmn, I am sure at one point she will be but it takes many years for something to become a fossil.
Kid: Can we dig her up in the rocks?
Me: Many years down the road we can try.
Kid: Hmn. Okay. Let's do that.
Kid has also been getting the hang of rhyming. It started with a simple library book. Today on our walk he started trying to rhyme:
Kid: Post, Most. Does that rhyme?
Me: Yes, it does, great job.
Kid: Blue, Hair, does that rhyme?
Me: Not at all, silly, but blue shoe does.
Kid: I know, but it doesn't sound funny. I like the rhymes to sound funny.