He’s Hooked

All it took was twenty minutes sitting in an ice shanty with an ice fishing pole in his hands and now he’s got fishing on the brain. All. The. Time. Am I at all surprised that more than anything he’d rather be fishing? Not even a little bit.

When he didn’t get any real bites, daddy let him reel in the bait fish. He was so excited and so, so proud. He said, “Me catched a really, really big one.” Let the fishing “stories” begin.