I killed my son's fish. Yes, you read that right. I killed my son JD's first pet-a 5th birthday gift from my work-wife, aunt Jemma.Here's how it went down.JD and I were sitting at the kitchen table, chatting and finishing up breakfast. I looked up at Leo, the Betta fish and thought: Ew, his water is murky and gross."If you finish all of your breakfast, you can help me change Leo's water, OK?" I said.JD scarfed his waffle and fruit down.I moved the tank over to the sink area. I hoisted JD up on the counter. ...