Mario

So Mortimer died on Sunday. Ezra took it well, although he did want us to take him to the hospital to see a doctor. We flushed him after he went to bed- I thought if he saw where his dead pet went he may never poop on the toilet again. And what's the best part about your fish dying? Going to the pet store! Ezra loves the pet store. He's terrified of half the animals (they have a Macaw that I am certain is bigger than Silas) but he likes talking/asking questions about all the pets they sell. Especially all the fish/reptiles. He thinks it's funny that it's dark in that corner. Anyway, this time he picked out "the big, big red one." I named him Mario.

Sorry about all the bubbles.