
This past weekend marked another milestone event for the DeVoe family: We replaced our first dead pet fish, an orange molly, aptly named Orange, without telling our son.
The lie began while I was getting ready for work Monday morning. I was taking a shower when my wife cracked the door and half whispered something to me.
“Orn is ed,” she says.
“What are you talking about?”
She raised her voice a little bit to be heard over the water. “Orn,” she says emphatically, and begins to shake her head in the direction of our living room, “is ed.”
I’m not too bright, and if you catch me before I’ve had my morning coffee, I’m downright difficult...


