Fishing with Grandpa

It must have been opening day of goose hunting season, and I swear I could hear bullets whizzing past us as we tried to fish . . . but nobody got shot - so it was fun.
Zain's catch - golsfish crackers. Grandma's catch - smelled a little different . . .


I love to read "Richard Scary's Bedtime Stories" to Zain and Ezri . . . especially, "The Three Fishermen"
The part where "Daddy didn't catch anything. He was Deeeeeescusted. "Let's go home, there are no fish out here . . . " Ezri laughs, and I wonder if she is thinking of Grandpa.