Sleeping with the fishes

16 Jan

Vivi: “Momma, sad news. One of my fish is dead.”

Me: “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. Do you want me to dispose of the body?”

Vivi: “No, I’ll do it. What should I use — this spoon?” (holding up one of my good silver slotted serving spoons)

Me: “God, no … (rummaging through the kitchen) … I use this … don’t want to dirty up this .. Can you just use, like, a Joe’s cup and scoop him up?!”

Vivi: “Why can’t I just use a slotted spoon like all the other kids?”

 

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