My five-year-old grandson wanted a pet. His parents, trying to avoid the problem, bought him a clam from the fishmongers. They named him Gustav. Sadly, Gustav was left out in the sun, and perished. Undeterred, they bought Gustav 11, and put him in a tank of water. He too perished.
"What's the point of a pet with no brain?" I asked Son on the phone, when told this sad news.
"Don't clams have brains?" asked Son.
Following a short interval for the purposes of googling clams, Son said, "clams don't have brains."
So it's back to the drawing board (currently, the idea being goldfish).
Watch this space for a series of very sad posts on the subject of children's pets, and their tendency almost invariably to come to a sticky end. There's more to come....