A fish tank may very well be the worst Christmas present ever for a 6 year old.
This weekend Doc Brown told me that he's worried that his remaining fish, Water, will die. I told him that as much as I wish could tell him that Water will live forever, he won't. That all living things die eventually.
My response wasn't so much about wanting teach Doc that life is fleeting, but about not wanting to be bit in the fanny by a lie if Water goes belly up any time soon.
Yesterday I saw Doc in his room watching Water and drawing a picture of him. You know, just making sure we have documentation of Water's life before the funeral.
We should've just bought him an Optimus Prime.