shrimp

So Piper. She freaked out the other day when she discovered the shrimp in her older brother’s aquarium wasn’t moving. And it was white, I guess. And kind of puffy. She ran for her mother, screaming, “Mama! Mama! The shrimp is dead! The shrimp is deaaaad!”

My sister rushed up the stairs and found Piper pointing frantically at the tank. “Look, Mama! Look at it!”

S peered into the tank and, sure enough, it looked “pretty much dead,” she told me. But she wanted to calm Piper down, so she started firing off random clueless suggestions: Do you think maybe he’s sleeping? Maybe he’s just tired? What do you think? Do you think he ate too much?

After this barrage of questions, Piper finally just said: “Mama, I’m only in kinnergarten. We don’t talk about shrimp that much.”