Bitter Sweet

So I have passed my emotional, sensitive personality to my son. I don't know if that is a good thing or not! Probably good in some ways, but not so good in other ways! I cry about everything. Back when Bryan and I were first married we took a trip out to Boston to meet and visit with some of Bryans family. His Uncle Joe took us Deep Sea Fishing. Not only did I get motion sickness, but once we caught a fish I was crying because I felt bad for the fish. Yes ridiculous I know, but I would rather eat my chicken, beef, etc. and not think about where it comes from! Let's just say that Bryan will not let me go fishing with him anymore! Anyways, Bryan and Carter went fishing this morning. Carter came back all excited because they caught a fish! As they cut it open they realized that it was a pregnant fish. I tried to hold my emotions in because I didn't want Carter to get upset! Carter said, "don't worry, we can just put the eggs in water". After he realized the little baby fishies could not be saved, came the water works. He was so upset and said " I am never going fishing for goldfish again." We felt bad that he was so upset and promised him that next time we would just let the fish back into the water after we catch it. Poor little guy! We did talk him into trying a bite and he said he liked it, but didn't want anymore after that.