I dreamed I was teaching a kid to hold a pen, but the pen was a fish

I'm at the kitchen table and the house is quiet for once. The kid across from me has his fingers wrapped around a little silver fish and I keep trying to show him a proper tripod grip, but every time I look away the fish has flopped onto a different page. He's laughing. I've never been so furious and so happy in the same breath, which is basically the job description.