There is a great difference between the sexes which we all know...and appreciate. However, this appreciation no longer encompasses the sport of fishing in our family. Ted put his foot down after the timely demise of "Spotty"!
In our attempt to have a wonderful family time on the boat on Ted's day off...we were faced with the differences that our girls bring to the family. We took breakfast and three fishing poles and toured the lake looking for fish. Ted had a good lure and we hooked a striper bass, which the girls looked at and immediately named "Spotty". They loved Spotty and played with him and took him for a swim (he was on the stringer). Well, when Ted took Spotty and layed him out on the board to fillet him...Teddy cried and the girls were none too happy either. "We don't like fish and we won't eat fish!"
The day before, the guys (only) went out and caught six fish and the kids watched the whole process...touching the skin, poking the eye, and numerous other brave moves.
Ted announced that girls will not go fishing again...we don't name the fish...they are for dinner! Girls!
Now Ted has to re-educate Teddy in the finer points of the sport!
1 comment:
That is so funny!!!! I can remember crying over the fact that little baby fishy's would be losing their mommy and daddy if we caught and ate them!
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