Holding firm to a Czech fish tradition.
There’s a fish swimming in my bathtub. He reminds me of one of Dr. Seuss’s whimsical characters, but this fish is alive, not a cartoon. The kids went nuts when Radek came into the house with a jiggling plastic sack. They followed him upstairs with babička in tow to watch the big-whiskered kapr (carp) get acquainted with his new domestic surroundings. Presumably he’ll stay in the tub until the day after tomorrow when he’ll go from temporary pet to the main course of our Czech Christmas dinner. I don’t know how Radek’s going to explain this to the kids, but it’s not my tradition.