Keeping Eli off the counter has been a little bit of a challenge.
Sadly, after less than 48 hours, two of the fish went to be with Jesus. I flushed them while the boys were napping, hoping that Luke wouldn't notice. Who was I kidding? He wanted to know where the other two were, and because I was dumb enough to think that he wouldn't ask, I wasn't prepared with an answer. So, I told him the truth, that they had died and I flushed them. You can imagine how well that went over. He poked his lip out, and in a quivering voice said, "You can't put them in the potty!" He didn't even care that the fish were dead, just that I had flushed them.
After some story that I'm sure I stole from Finding Nemo about the fish riding the water back into the ocean to be with their families, he was much better.
I'll keep you posted about how long the other two last.