Fishing....
It's
spring here in North Carolina, the trees are green, the flowers
blooming, the air is fresh. Time to try my hand at fishing again.
I decided yesterday to take my 8 year old daughter to a friends house to fish in his pond. And it started like this:
Daughter: "I don't like worms!" (high pitched whiny voice)
Me: It's ok, they won't hurt you, just jab them on the hook like I showed you.
Daughter: "But I don't like worms!" (whiny voice with tears)
Me: Well, if you want to fish, you have to learn to bait your own hook. Here let me show you again.
Daughter: "But Mom I don't like worms!" (whiny voice with torrential downpour of tears)
Me: Ok, then Mom will fish and you stand and watch or pick some flowers or something. (said with small bit or irritation)
Daughter: "But Mom I want to fish, not pick flowers!"
Me: If you can't bait your hook you can't fish. I've got enough "worm dirt" on my hands that it doesn't need added to. (Said with a whole lot of irritation)
Daughter: "But Mom, I don't like worms! Their slimy and icky! (full fledged temper tantrum ensues).
Me: Oh look! Mommy caught a fish! (3 inch bluegill better used as bait than to eat).
Daughter to Friend that's just showed up: Mommy won't let me fish!
Friends to Me: Why?
Me: Explanation ensues.
Friend to Me (whisper in my ear): Let her use a rubber worm!
Me: Great idea!
Me: Puts rubber worm on hook.
Daughter: Catches an 18 INCH LARGE MOUTH BASS!
Me: GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Me: Fishing season over!
I decided yesterday to take my 8 year old daughter to a friends house to fish in his pond. And it started like this:
Daughter: "I don't like worms!" (high pitched whiny voice)
Me: It's ok, they won't hurt you, just jab them on the hook like I showed you.
Daughter: "But I don't like worms!" (whiny voice with tears)
Me: Well, if you want to fish, you have to learn to bait your own hook. Here let me show you again.
Daughter: "But Mom I don't like worms!" (whiny voice with torrential downpour of tears)
Me: Ok, then Mom will fish and you stand and watch or pick some flowers or something. (said with small bit or irritation)
Daughter: "But Mom I want to fish, not pick flowers!"
Me: If you can't bait your hook you can't fish. I've got enough "worm dirt" on my hands that it doesn't need added to. (Said with a whole lot of irritation)
Daughter: "But Mom, I don't like worms! Their slimy and icky! (full fledged temper tantrum ensues).
Me: Oh look! Mommy caught a fish! (3 inch bluegill better used as bait than to eat).
Daughter to Friend that's just showed up: Mommy won't let me fish!
Friends to Me: Why?
Me: Explanation ensues.
Friend to Me (whisper in my ear): Let her use a rubber worm!
Me: Great idea!
Me: Puts rubber worm on hook.
Daughter: Catches an 18 INCH LARGE MOUTH BASS!
Me: GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Me: Fishing season over!
4 Comments:
Maybe you should try using the rubber worms, too. Lol...
By kaylofgorons, Apr 10 06 11:25 AM
LOL, well maybe, or the possibility exists of using HER as bait! :)
By crzyldync, Apr 10 06 4:18 PM
SPLASH!
By kaylofgorons, Apr 10 06 10:05 PM
Ok, so maybe using her as bait isn't an option, might scare the fish away when she starts her temper tantrum! LOL
By crzyldync, Apr 11 06 5:23 AM