About a week ago, Lily saw five boys fishing. Ever since then, she's been asking grandpa to please, please, please take her fishing.
"Aren't you going to be scared?" I asked Lil. "I mean, you're going to touch the fish and throw them back in and everything?"
"NO WAY, Mom! I'm not gonna throw them back...I'm gonna take them home and cook 'em up!"
So, today after the morning at the duck pond, Grandpa bought her a princess pole, and we were off.
The first few, she was grossed out...but hooked. "Let's catch number 2!"
and by number 4, she was getting quite bold.
By number 5, she was all slimy and LOVIN' it.
As was Sofie, though what she was really interested in were the hotdog slices winging around :)
By number 6, we were trying to get her to kiss the "Blue Bill" fish, but she wasn't there :)
Every single time she didn't catch anything, she'd say, "That's ok! Let's get more hotdog!" I was shocked at how patient and perseverant she was!
thought about kissing number 7....
but no :)
SUCH a fun afternoon, really good for her to have some time with grandpa, and great to do something new! She asked to sleep with her "fish catcher"...and then asked us to take her to dinner somewhere where she could eat her fish...and that's exactly what she did :)