Nemo

Several days ago as I was taking the bug to school, she asked if she could listen to her Nemo music. Shortly after I put the CD in and the music started to play, I hear this uncontrollable wailing. I turned around to see my child with huge crocodile tears running down her cheeks, crying so hard she could not be consoled.


"What's the matter?"


"I misssss Neeemmmooo."


"Why do you miss the movie Nemo baby, we have it at home, you can watch it this afternoon after school.


"No mommy, I, I, I missss Nemo, mmmmyyyy fissshhhhh"


"What fish, bug, you don't have a fish."


"ye, ye, yes I do, you, you, you flushed it down the toilllleeetttttt."


"Bug, are you referring to the fish that you had two years ago?"


"ye, ye, yes. You, you flushed hi, hi, him down the toilet, and I missssss hiiiiimmm."


"Baby, that was two years ago."


"But I missssss hiiiimmm, and I waaaannnt hiiimmm baaaack."


"Baby, I can't bring your fish back, he is with God now."


"Well, tell God that I want him to bring my fish back, RIGHT NOW!!!"


"Bug, I don't think God can do that, your fish has been dead for over two years, it is a little late for him to bring the fish back now."


"Fine, if you won't tell him, than I will tell him myself."


"Baby, I think that is a great idea, when we say our prayers tonight, we will ask God to take good care of your fish."


"No mommy, I don't want to wait to talk to God tonight, I am going to talk to him today."


"Okay, if you want to talk to him today, then I think you should."


"Thank you mommy. I love you, even if you did flush my fish down the toilet."


"I love you too bug."


I dropped her off at school, let her teacher know that we were feeling a little emotional this morning, but hopefully once she got in the groove of things, she would start to feel better. Ms. Ray, the bug's teacher, stated that she understood, but would keep an eye on her if she started to get upset.


That evening as I was going through the bug's folder, there was a note from Ms. Ray. The note read:

Betsy,

After chapel today, "the bug" walked up to Father John, put her hands on her hips, and demanded for him to bring back her fish. Father John was perplexed by this statement as was I. When I tried to explain to her that Father John did not have her fish, she stated that you told her that he did and that she could talk to him and tell him to bring her fish back. I am not sure where she is getting the idea that Father John has her fish, but you might want to talk with her this evening and explain to her that Father John does not have her fish and wherever her fish is, Father John can't give it back to her.

Ms. Ray