A. has been a fan of fish in an aquarium since well, birth. She loves to watch them, feed them, and torment them by tapping on the glass. So, we bought her her own aquarium for Valentines Day. She had a gold fish, a white fish, and a frog. Since that time, we went through 3 frogs. The first time that our fish died, we tried to avoid trauma by telling A that it was asleep. The frog was upside down on his back and looked very peaceful. We left it there until B. could replace it; this just happened to be the same day that the fish began to eat frog. The second time, A. didn't even notice for about 3 days. B. replaced it before she even asked about it. Apparently, she is not the most observant, or she needs glasses... Finally, the third time, B. tried to replace the frog but apparently there is a frog shortage in all of the surrounding counties. So, we decided just to tell her that the fish died and went to heaven to be with Jesus. We thought she would cry or something. She just calmly accepted that the frog was gone. Her only questions were, "will he jump there?", and "Can Uncle Brian feed him?" Then, I think she said something like, "oh, ok, can we read a story?" Fast forward to today... B. was helping to feed the fish and pulled out the frog food by accident. A.s reaction, "no, no, no, the frog is in heaven." Moral of the story, tricking unecessary, she's probably got a better understanding of heaven than me.
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