I was browsing the New York Times online, and I came across the Lives section featured in the Sunday paper.
In the archives I found this story. It made me smile.
“My wife, Lenka, and I don’t have anything against kids, but the responsibility of caring for another being, of holding the fate of a tiny defenseless soul in our shaky hands, always worried us. So a while back we got a fish.
We named him Puntja, which is the equivalent of Spot in Czech, my wife’s native language. The word for Flipper was too hard for me to pronounce. We brought him home in a plastic baggie, and soon enough we were cooing into his bowl and fretting over the temperature of his water.” … Keep reading.