A Death in the Family

Last night (or early this morning) our betta fish, Sushi, died. We have had many false alarms with him over the past months. He stopped eating about a month ago and has been extremely lethargic. The kids, and especially Grace, have been sad each time. Grace has been borderline hysterical a couple of times. Well, since she has been very sick, we were thinking about waiting to tell her, but Greg decided to take the fish bowl out of my room while Grace was laying in the bed. She asked him what he was doing and he told her he was cleaning the bowl. Since he didn't tell the whole truth, I decided we should just tell her. I came and lied on the bed with her and told her we had a death in the family. She said, "Sushi?" I told her yes. She said (and I quote), "Well, that happens." Very matter-of-fact. Then she asked where he was. I told her he was in a bag in the garage and when she felt better we would bury him in the backyard. She looked at Greg and I and said, "No.....we need to wait and bury him when we get our own house." I love the thought process of that girl.