Reassurance

The kids helped me season a whole rainbow trout for dinner tonight.  We talked about where the stomach was, where it pooped, what the teeth felt like, and how it breathed.  They were pretty captivated until I chopped it's head off.  Nye was aghast and kept saying "poor fishy, poor fishy."  It was a good segway into discussing how the dead know nothing and can't feel anything.  Lizzy got the concept quickly and began to reassure Nye.  "Don't worry Nye, you won't feel it when they cut your head off because you'll be dead already!" (big, confident smile)