"Mom, I want to go fishing!" my six-year old son announced.
I looked at the piles of laundry. I supposed they could wait. "Okay," I said. "But not for long. I have a lot of work to do."
We grabbed a fishing pole, some hooks, a bobber, and bread for bait. Then we walked to the lake.
After I rigged the line, my son cast it into the lake. He did this for fifteeen minutes and did not get a single bite.
"Okay, let's go," I said.
"No, I have to catch a fish," he replied. "I'm going to try something new."
Instead of casting the line, he plopped it into the water next to him. In less than two seconds, he caught a bluegill. I took it off the line and tossed it back in. He did the same thing again, and another two seconds later, he caught another fish. This went on for almost an hour.
Let me just say it took me forever to get the fish smell off of my hands from unhooking and releasing all those fish!