Goldfish

OK, so I’m sitting next to Ivy on her bed….feeding her ice cubes. I complain…"The ice is swimming around like goldfish….hard to catch."

Ivy sez "I would like a goldfish."
Then I ask her "Ivy, what would you do with a goldfish?"
"Eat it", was her reply.

EAT IT?!...........I was horrified.............. "Ivy, you really DO need therapy."
"Mom, I mean goldfish crackers….I can’t imagine eating a REAL goldfish. That would be gross."

A little later in the day, dad brought Ivy the CORRECT kind of goldfish.