As a compromise, I told him we could get a fish, and I bought him a fish tank for his birthday last year. As in, last October. When I went to Italy, also last October, the souvenir I brought back for him was a small, Venetian glass fishbowl with two goldfish inside, representing the two of us. I thought it would make a nice aquarium decoration. We decided to defer the purchase of our actual fish until we moved and got settled in, but fate kept conspiring to delay us.
Finally, yesterday, after more than a year, we finally found ourselves at the pet store. We picked out an ugly/cute goldfish with bulging eyes that we were prepared to name Ackbar, but just when we were ready to buy, the salesman told us that Ackbar's entire tank was being medicated for parasites, and we couldn't take him home. We were crushed, but vowed to return when he had been restored to health.
Then, this morning, I started doing more research on caring for goldfish. Nearly every source I read said that it was tantamount to animal cruelty to keep a goldfish in a small, unfiltered tank like ours. Our fish would inevitably fail to thrive, and would likely die an untimely death. I knew I couldn't buy a goldfish after reading all that, so we elected to get a betta fish instead, since they can thrive in a small environment.
I sent Justin back to the pet store to pick up the betta that had caught our eye yesterday (I opted to stay home for this momentous occasion, because the pet store sells all manner of furry friends as well, and I was practically dying after our last visit), and he brought the little guy home and got him comfortably installed earlier today.
|I present to you, Zoubie.|
Apparently, the song is about sweet little kisses, and Justin has come to use the word "zoubies" to refer to little pecks on the cheek, which he also calls "fishy kisses." To me, it seemed like a natural fit. (Don't worry, I'm aware that that story is unbelievably cheesy, but this is the only time you'll have to hear it.)
So please join me in welcoming our aquatic child into our lives. May his life be long, and full of as much joy as can be obtained by swimming endlessly within the same four walls.