John is dead. Benton found him when we came home from grandma and grandpa's this afternoon. He wanted to know where the water in the toilet was going to take John so we had to go through the anatomy of the sewer system. After all that, he informed me that "on Nemo, the sewer goes to the ocean, so that's where John went." OK. Why not? Then through the tears, "I think a movie will make me feel better."
Meanwhile, 5 days? That has to be some sort of record. Poor fish.