Kendell's been dying to fish.
More accurately, he's been killing me with his desperate desire to stand on the dock for hours on end waiting for the nearest fish that thinks worm ala hook seems yummy.
Needless to say, we went fishing. Does it make me wrong to have enjoyed watching him struggle with dry heaves while baiting his first hook??
...Sometimes revenge is best served wiggly...
I have truely never understood fishing. My husband loves it and can't wait to take our daughter...I say great-I'll stay home and read a book!
Michele says hi!
rofl @ your glee
but you are right; you can be a real fisherman unless you bait your own hooks.
give the little guy a break! he's out there trying! my nephew was too chicken to pick up a fish when he actually got it onto the dock.
but yeah, nothing wrong with enjoying the initiation.
just wait til he catches it and then he has to gut and clean it.
mlah
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