I'm feeling rotten, with vague nausea like the first trimester (yes, I'm 100% sure I'm not pregnant), so I'm taking recourse in a guest post. (And I apologize for not responding better in comments the last few days. I plead exhaustion and the necessity of extra loads of disgusting laundry courtesy of Daughter's midnight stomach flu.)
So, for something more entertaining than stories of my laundry, here is Son, with some fishing tales. I have transcribed his words exactly.
First, a little story of an expedition from last fall.
We goed hiking in the woods, and the woods was a hiking place, and we found ourselves. And other people were fishing, so we decided to fish. So we got our fishing pole and we caught a fish and we moved it around. Really truly we moved it around.
Because there was a alligator turtle and it snapped and it tried to eat the fish, so we moved it around with Daddy and me. And the Pirates of the
And we didn’t carry it home and eat it because it wasn’t delicious. We never tried it before. So someday we’ll have to try it if it tastes good. And Ojichan and Obachan like it, so we should try it. And we might say, “mmmm, that tastes good.”
(MommyTime's note: according to Husband, who is not prone to exaggeration, the turtle was over two feet in diameter. The best we can figure is that it was an alligator snapping turtle, as these are native to the Midwest. Sadly, he didn't have a camera with him. Photo credit.)
Next, a fish tale from yesterday.
And they were both squishy. And the other one I caught was little and the bluegill was a little bit big and they were both squishy. And I caught the first one from in the bridge, and the bridge has lots of fish in it.
I caught the next one from in the pond, at the bridge. And I put it in the water gently. And the bluegill Ojichan throwed, and it might have got hurt. The first fish Ojichan throwed was a bluegill.