let me count the ways

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“I was rub-a-dub-dubing in the bath tub and thought maybe you would like to go snorkeling with me in the ocean again, or maybe in the backyard if the rain continues to fall. Sound good? I was thinking that maybe we could make some fish friends and then we could all have dinner and eat some fish food. And then maybe the dad fish could tell us a story of when he was young and had to swim 10 miles every morning in very cold water to get to school.”