Christian went fishing with a friend the other day. Christian loves fishing almost as much as World War II history.
Christian came home with a fish that he wanted to put in our fish tank. I explained to Christian that this fish would eat our five pet fish for breakfast, then the fish would get so big we would have to get a bigger tank. This fish was a wild fish and he had two choices:
1. Kill the fish and have him for dinner.
2. Take the fish with Papa back to the river and let him go.
Poor Christian! He struggled over this decision for three hours!
That's my boy.......