Simple word. Fishing. But oh how it has changed our family.
I was informed by Boy that he didn’t want to go to Camp Intervention because it would cut into his fishing time. (He’s going.)
This week Boy informed me that we should go fishing after school. I told him that Girl had a goat meeting and I was driving. He threw a fit. Saying we hadn’t gone fishing in forever. He had spent 7 hours on Friday fishing, and about that many on Saturday and Sunday he ran out of the cabin with his fishing pole at 6:30 am. (I am a terrible mother not giving him time to fish.)