We spent hours at the store. Allison examined each animal one by one. She studied their movements, their noises and their smells. She looked at their feathers, spots, fur patterns, and colors. She talked to each animal and had a serious telepathic out-of-body-experience with every single hamster, lovebird, tortoise, and fish. She peered into their eyes and read their souls. That, or she couldn't make up her mind. I love my daughter, but sometimes she can be a bit of a mystery to me. Finally, she grabbed my hand, led me to a shelf and pointed to a small blue betta fish. "That's him," she said.