Fishing

When we drove from the airport to our new home B looked out the window at all the mountains and lakes and announced, "I want to fish." He would then ask every day if he could fish and told us his grandpa is coming to take him fishing. I think he got the idea from a Curious George book because he's never been fishing or seen anyone fishing. And I've never told him that his grandpa loves to fish, though he's right he does. So his sweet Aunt Shaunie sent him a little Lightning McQueen fishing pole for his birthday. He and S would sit on the deck for hours every day just taking turns casting. (Unfortunately the release button on the reel is no longer working.) We rigged S a little pole of his own with a stick and yarn. He loved that. One day we took them to a lake to pretend to fish, but when he discovered he had no hook and couldn't really catch any fish B was much more interested in wading. We'll have to learn to fish and take them for real next summer!