Fishy fishy in the brook..

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.

Let me help!
Let me help!

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.

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!

Growing up is hard to do.

I mean, I love growing up and everything. The hard part is having to take on the responsibilities of the world. Mainly that means the responsibilities of getting my mom's act together and keeping her in line. I had to sit her down and have a little talk with her. I told her how we only have a month to go and then she's wasted a whole 'nother year of my story tellings. I think she listened this time. So we are going to start right away and I might be wearing her fingers out and your ears out with all my story telling but it's got to be done so I can make my daddy a blog book at the end of the year!

Hold on: here we go!