When I was just a baby momma used to tell me that little story:
"Fishy fishy in the brook,
Daddy catch him on a hook,
Mommy fry him in the pan,
Baby eat him fast as he can."
Well, as I grow older, I am noticing some things. Like how parents tell you lies they think are cute. I, for one, have NEVER seen Daddy catch a fish in any ol' brook and I for sure can tell you that as long as I have lived Mommy hasn't fried one in a pan. So, as usual, I took matters into my own hands. And, as usual, I just picked up the phone, called my sissy and told her to help me out with the situation. Sissy is good about doing that. She, and that guy she hangs around, Blake, they are always ready for a good time.
I grabbed Blake and off we went. As you can see, I have my own fishing pole because this is serious business.
Its wiggling!
Coco is right there ready to help catch it too.
Um, well, I'll let you do that part because I am so generous.
Here I'll even smile for the camera with our big catch of the day!
No, I didnt say I would TOUCH it and smile for the camera.
You ask too much of me.
You ask too much of me.
This reminds me of another fish tale.
I'll share that story with you in a day or two.
Maybe I can go call Sissy and see if she'll take me fishing today.
Mommy says it would be ice fishing.
Sounds good to me!
I'll share that story with you in a day or two.
Maybe I can go call Sissy and see if she'll take me fishing today.
Mommy says it would be ice fishing.
Sounds good to me!