When my grandson was about two, I went to babysit for a few days while his preschool was on break. While he was happy enough to have me visit, he wasn’t altogether satisfied with my babysitting services. I spent a great deal of time trying to find an activity that pleased him in the late afternoons before his mom got home. They lived near the water where a dead fish had washed up. Isaac became more enamored of the dead fish as each day passed. We made numerous trips to check on the fish’s putrid progress, as the fish’s girth and aromatic qualities increased exponentially. I thought I wouldn’t be able to pull him him away on the final day when the belly opened. I was so glad when the proud young man escorted his parents to the final viewing as pelicans bore it away in bits.