So being such a great mother I agreed and we went and picked out a nice big goldfish. Michael named him Spot as he has a black spot on his side. Tim then had to go out Friday night and get a fishbowl and some fish food. I'm happy to say that today, over 24 hours later he is still alive. I really wasn't expecting it - the poor thing participated in goldfish racing and then was carried home in a bag by a very energetic 4 year old. I figured the preschool trauma would be too much for the guy, but for now he is holding on.