So, the boys and I headed off this past weekend for an adventure at the lake. Surrounded by family and new attention, my boys flourished.
My oldest son, who is 3, decided the timing was right to put his new race car fishing pole to work and try his hand at fishing. Rigged with a beautiful lure (in his favorite color of pink no less), he practiced casting and reeling with my father.
Each and every time he reeled in, he was full of excitement due to the catch on his line
- his lure. Yes, he was so thrilled that each time he had brought something back. The calls home to my husband were both hilarious and endearing. "Daddy, Daddy! I caught LOTS and LOTS of fish for you!"
- his lure. Yes, he was so thrilled that each time he had brought something back. The calls home to my husband were both hilarious and endearing. "Daddy, Daddy! I caught LOTS and LOTS of fish for you!" If only we could all have such innocent enthusiasm.
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