On the drive home from church Sunday, Luke started up a conversation about pets...I should have changed the subject. He'd just found out some friends had added a pet bunny to their family, and he wanted to know when he could have his own pet. He does NOT consider the 50lb dog that shares our home to be his pet. He sadly stated that he really wants a cat but knew it would never happen since Lily is very allergic. His second choice was a fish. Well, like all good mothers, guilt and fear often fuel my decision making process (afterall, he may grow up resenting his sister if he can't have the pet he really wants because of her allergies...quick, get that boy a fish!). LONG story short, today Luke is the proud owner of a new blue betta fish...named Luke. Unlike many bettas that live in a simple glass vase, Luke, the fish, has a very cool aquarium complete with heated water and fake plants, purchased by Luke, the boy, with his very own birthday money. Luke, the fish, has survived for 3 hours under our care, wooo-hooo! Luke, the boy, seems bored with him already. Aside from using one of my favorite kitchen utensils to transfer the fish, things are going well. Luke, the fish, seems content, swimming around vigorously. Luke, the boy, has already described to the next door neighbor how he gets to flush him down the toilet if he dies.