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??
