Sam noticed that his fish was missing. He got a stricken look on his face and asked, "Mommy, what happened to my pet?"
If I had done what I thought I should have done, I would have already bought another identical fish and replaced it before he noticed his fish was gone. But because everyone seemed to think I should tell him about death, I explained, "I'm sorry honey, but your fish died. We can get you another one when you're ready."
Eyes get wider. Face gets even more stricken. "He's dead?"
Steve says, "Yes. He's in fish heaven now."
I say, "Do you want another fish?"
Sam shakes his head. Then his eyes well up. And he starts to cry.
He cries for twenty minutes.
I feel like the worst mother EVER.
So, yeah. Thanks for that, people. Thanks.
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