|That's right, Dogg, I am straight up fishin' your lake with|
my BPS Micro-Lite and my MARVEL Spider Man rods.
Tick, tick, BOOM!
Now he is two and a half years old. He talks. Constantly. He had been asking for his own "Pishin' Pole" all winter (which is funny, because we say "rod" here....). So I took him to the Sporting Goods Big Box store and let him pick out his first rod - a Shakespeare-made Spider Man rod. I've tried to get him interested in casting and retrieving the line while we're in the back yard (the rod came with a convenient rubber fish to tie onto the end of the line), but Hank ran out the line around the yard and the rubber fish is now nowhere to be seen. So, I said "OK, let's try actual fishing."
|Even "keep the rod tip up while walking"|
was a bit of a challenge.
|Favorite waterfront activity of all time. Why do they throw rocks in the water???|
|"Daddy, daddy! DWAGONFWY! Gonna get me!"|
|"Daddy, I wanna kiss it."|
|The pre-meltdown yawning should have alerted me - our time was up.|
Oops. Missed that one.
|Recovered from waterfront yawning, but lost a boot. Also announced "Daddy, I dwank the lake!"|
|Having a bit of a hard time. Wants to put boots on, but boots are wet. |
Doesn't want to wear wet boots.
|Shirt and boots tossed in the lake, shorts covered in lake mud. Getting held by Daddy equals averted meltdown.|
|30 mile ride home in a diaper and the air conditioning. Toddler life ain't so bad.|