Gold Fish Ectomy

There has been a lot of talk about surgery in our house.  Of course the shoulder surgery has been postponed so the talk is kind of dwindling for now.  But before the news of the post-ponement, Ryan began telling wild tales.  Tales of when he was a "little kid."  Monday, he was in particularly good form.

Ryan:  There was a little fish in me when I was just two. 
Me:  A fish?
Ryan:  Yeah.
Me:  How big was it?
Ryan:  It was this big. (Holding his fingers close together)
Me:  Was it a goldfish?
Ryan:  (dramatic pause)  Yeah it was.
Me:  So how did the doctor get it out?
Ryan:  The doctor had to do surgery on my arm.
Me:  He did?
Ryan:  Yeah.  He had to cut it open (makes a cutting motion on his arm) and cut it to the bone to get the fish out.
Me:  Wow!  Did it hurt?
Ryan:  No, it didn't even hurt.
Me:  Were you awake?
Ryan:  No they told me to go to sleep.
Me:  Did they get the fish out?
Ryan:  No, it was in the other arm.
Me:  Oh no!
Ryan:  Yeah but they got it out of that arm.(Then very seriously)  The bad news was I had to get a surgery. The good new was they got the fish out.

The next great story teller!