"Oh, say does *our* star-spangled banner yet wave?" I'm not sure which is worse, her singing or that she, as a U.S. senator and former first lady, doesn't know the words to *our* national anthem. I'll bet she knows every single word to "Hail to the Chief" by heart.
I'm sure you're dying to know what I ended up doing about Pete's dead fish. Long story short, I waffled. I knew I had a small window of opportunity for swapping out the dead Bush for a more vibrant, living Bush, so I went over to Fish World and picked up a Bush look-alike AND a bottle of dechlorination drops. I made the switch and was back out the door before Amanda and the kids got home.
However, throughout the afternoon several comments and e-mails came in that helped me to make my mind up. I didn't have a chance to watch the turtle scene from My Blue Heaven, so I'm not sure which direction that would have pointed me in, but the rest of the advice had a very strong "Tell the truth" theme throughout.
The point that made my mind up came from my dad. After wondering (sarcastically, I hope) out loud whether they would qualify for family emergency pricing on an emergency flight from Dallas to Omaha for Bush I's funeral, his suggestion was to tell Pete the truth and use it as a lesson on the importance of doing things the right way the first time. Since that is a lesson I truly hope my son learns from me, I felt it necessary to swallow my pride and apprehension and just give Pete the news.
He really didn't react too negatively. He asked me where Bush had gone, and Amanda blurted out "DADDY FLUSHED HIM DOWN THE TOILET!" Thanks, sweetie. I recovered by reminding Pete of the scene in Finding Nemo when Nemo goes down the drain and ends up out in the ocean. I clarified a bit, noting that Bush was on kind of a round-a-bout route to the ocean, but that he would probably make it there eventually. Pete then told me that he was "a little sad." When I asked him why, he told me that he was sad because he didn't get to tell Bush good-bye before he had to go away. My poor daddy-heart about fell out of my chest.
After our bedtime prayers, Pete pointed out that we forgot to pray about his fish. Wondering where he was going with this, I asked him what we should pray about. He said we needed to thank Jesus for the new fish, and ask Jesus to "make it so the new Bush won't died." So far, so good.
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