with Daddy. This is not a Mommy job - or at least a Becca Mommy job.
Watching my girls perched and teetering on the edge of the wall was nearly my undoing. They were so excited and did so well watching the bobber and reeling it in. They wanted to touch and name all their fish. Mommy decided to call it quits and go for a walk when the last tiny fish took a big hook through its whole face. What a crappy day that must've been for him. I didn't know however that fish were sharp - to ward off predators. I suggested that we might heed the warning but Matt laughed me away - ugh - this is so not my thing.
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