Our fish, Tex, died recently. He's been laying in the bottom of the bowl for a few days. We intended -- and even promised -- to have a proper burial, but it didn't happen. Caroline brought it up at dinner last night.
Caroline: Dad, what happened to Tex?
Daddy: I buried him in the back...uh, actually....I flushed him down the toilet.
Caroline: But Dad, I don't want to pray by the toilet!
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She's way to young to be worshiping the porcelain gods...
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