This weekend, we traveled to the lake. And…I survived. The lake itself is great. The water, tubing, smores, and kids are fun. I get a little competitive on the tube and forget I’m 35. Ouch. My armpits are even sore.
The mud is not so fun. Therefore, ‘we’ only do a day trip usually. But L wanted to spend the night with his Tia and Tio. So we left him… to spend the night… without us. Outside. J was more nervous than I was, I think. Either way, he had the best time and wouldn’t stop talking about this fish when he got home. But then I got the real story from my sis-in-law….
She tried to get all the boys out of the lake for lunch. L refused to come out of the water (typical…stubborn like his dad). One of the kids asked her for a bottle and water for L. She went down to see why he needed it and she saw it. A fish. L proceeded to ask her for a bottle and water so he could take it home and show us. He said it was an obedient fish (my parenting skills at work) and didn’t swim away. It stayed right by him and even let him open and close its mouth.
L told me that it was the color of Uncle Ry’s truck (grey) but now I believe that to be the color of decaying marine life. My own little outdoorsman.