Yesterday we changed the water in our fish tank. It was looking a bit cloudy. Apparently, though, some of the fish didn't like it. "Mom, there are two dead fish floating around," my son announced. "Okay, I'll take care of them after I'm done teaching," I said. Instead of leaving the fish, do you know what my son did? He reached in and grabbed them right out of the tank with his hand. "Here they are Mom, what should I do with them?" he asked holding them in front of my piano student's nose. "Flush them down the toilet! And wash your hands!" "But Mom, they're so cute!" "Flush them down the toilet. NOW!" Oy gewalt!