All Fish Go To Heaven

Today the beta fish that has been a pet in Lindsey's classroom finally died. I checked in on it on Monday, it wasn't looking so hot and I was wondering how long it would be before it finally took its last gasp.

So tonight Lindsey was telling me somberly about the fish that died. This event really stuck in her head.

"Mr. Anderson took the fish and we flushed it down the toilet," she told me glumly.

"Really?"

"And Mommy, do you know what's in the toilet?" she asked.

"No," I said, wondering what her answer would be, "What's in the toilet?"

She looks at me very solemnly and says, "Heaven."

After stifling a smile, I say, "Wellll...maybe fishies heaven is in the toilet, but only their heaven. People have a different heaven."

"Why?"

"Because people don't fit in the toilet, honey."

I think we just covered Genesis. Or was that Revelations?