(to Mommy) Our little girl learned about life and death the other day.
(to B.B.) You want to tell Mommy about what happened to Emilio?
B.B.
I killed him. I didn't mean to, but I stepped on him and he stopped moving.
BILL:
Emilio was her goldfish. She came running into my room holding the fish in her hand, crying, "Daddy daddy, Emilio's dead." And I said, "Really, that's so sad. How did he die?" And what did you say?
B.B.
I stepped on him.
BILL:
Actually young lady, the words you so strategically used were, "I accidentally stepped on him." Right?
B.B.
Yeah.
BILL:
To which I queried, "And just how did your foot accidentally find its way into Emilio's fishbowl?" And she told me no no no, Emilio was on the carpet when she stepped on him.
(beat) Hummmmmm, the plot thickens. And just how did Emilio get on the carpet? And Mommy, you would have been real proud of her, because she didn't lie. She said she took Emilio out of his bowl, and put him on the carpet. And what was Emilio doing on the carpet, baby?
B.B.
He was -- flapping.
BILL:
And then you stomped on him?
B.B.
Uh-huh.
BILL:
And when you lifted your foot up, what was Emilio doing then?