Caroline recently acquired a new pet betta fish. She named him Fishy Pishy and sometimes, I think she forgets that he is not a mammal. Not that she readily understands the difference between fish and mammal, but you get my drift. Fishy Pishy sleeps (or "sleeps") in Caroline's room each night and is parked next to her placemat on our kitchen table/art center for most of the rest of the day. We all have to give him kisses and hugs before we leave each day.

Fishy Pishy seems pretty feisty, and so far seems relatively unbothered by Jay carrying him up and down the stairs or by Caroline patting the bowl and talking to him like he's a baby. My fear is that taken too far, Caroline will become Darla, of Finding Nemo fame.