Yesterday I decided to tell Kate that Tom had died. she asked why, so I told her he got sick. Thankfully she didn't ask what I did with him because I don't think she would have reacted well to my flushing him down the toilet. So after we got ice cream, which was after she was such a good girl for her first big girl hair cut (just a trim), we walked over to Petco to replace Tom.
As you can see, we brought him home anyway. He took his place next to Jerry, whose name has been changed to Kristoff because we're going with a Frozen theme now...and we bought an Ariel and Flounder to go inside their tanks too. (Couldn't resist.) If Jerry/Kristoff croaks anytime soon, I'm making sure that she falls in love with a $4 fish next time.