Last night, we got home and noticed that Giroux's newest fish died. He'd only gotten it a few days ago so we decided to tell him what happened. We sat him on the counter and explained that sometimes, things just die and we don't always know what caused it. I don't know what I expected out of a three year old but I knew I didn't want to just flush his fish and not give him the opportunity to understand it. I don't know if I regret that decision but I kind of fucking definitely might absolutely regret that decision. He was so hurt. We spent some time trying to comfort him but he was inconsolable. I know we can't shield him from life but god damnit, man, hearing him repeat "I just want my fishy back" through tears, for over an hour was fucking agonizing. It was brutal. So today, my dude got dinner choice and we're getting ice cream after.