Carter and Fish

Randomly, on the way home from the dentist today, Carter says, "Mom, I want another fish."

"Carter, you know you have bad luck with fish."

"I know.  My last one was dumb.  He swam into the wall over and over and over.  I think he got some kind of brain disease, and then he died."

"Exactly.  So why in the world do you think you want another fish?"

"Because - the next time my fish dies, I'm gonna dissect him."

Aren't 8-year-old boys just the greatest??