Fish...DEAD!!

During my Relief Society presidency meeting one day, Kelton tipped Easton's fish bowl on his head. He came running, crying out of Easton's room with water all over him. I looked inside and on Easton's floor was the fish bowl and his fish flopping around under his bed. Luckily Becky was there to scoop it up and get it back in water. Becky saved the day! From then on if you asked Kelton about the fish he would say, "Fish...DEAD!"