My husband, when I was married, liked to fish. He’d go off with Warren, who was married to
my high school friend Judy. They came
home with strings of blue gills and small mouth bass. I wouldn’t clean them, but I was happy to
cook up a fried potato and fish night for the four of us, after Jim and Warren
had a freezer full. I recall the two of
them bursting into our apartment one night to show off their take to the
pinochle club.
They fished often at the Holden Arboretum. Judy and I went occasionally, and played with
Beth along the many lake shores. That’s
where Beth learned she couldn’t walk on water.
She had no realization the surface would not be solid and walked
straight in.
The guys only kept fish six inches long or better. The rest went back in. However, they had a “secret pond” somewhere
on the grounds and used the little fish to stock it. I do wonder how that came out.
Shelly was two, going on three when we bought the house in
Mentor. The Arboretum was even closer, just
down the road in Kirtland and Jim fished often in the evenings and weekends.
He had a lot of fishing equipment in the front closet, and,
to my complete dismay, kept live bait in our refrigerator. Little wiggly things
in flimsy Styrofoam containers lived in a condiment shelf in the door of the
refrigerator.
One night I accidently flipped a container into the open
vegetable drawer and before I could retrieve it the lid flew off and little
wiggly things invaded the salad.
“Shelly,” I said sweetly and calmly to my toddler. “Come here.”
She did. “Please pick up those
pretty little wormies and put them back in the container.”
Ha I would say two going on thirty with a come back like that. Loved that story Joanne.
ReplyDeleteThat told you!
ReplyDeleteJane x
I was going to say the same thing as Doc...two going on thirty. Sharp little toad wasn't she?
ReplyDeleteKelly knew a thing or two
ReplyDeleteNo worm that girl!
ReplyDeleteHa Ha Ha !
ReplyDeleteThat's my girl - or she would be in an ideal world. Sounds as though she's going to be as cantankerous as you already are, Joanne.
ReplyDeleteI always say salad is dull that one was more lively.
ReplyDeleteMerle...........
Nice try!
ReplyDeletetrying out your art of delegating?
ReplyDeleteI would imagine that Shelly is much like her strong mom.
ReplyDeleteI used to try to con my kids into doing things for me. Sometimes it worked, more times it didn't.
Love that story! We'll be seeing our great-granddaughter in a couple of weeks.. she was 2 last month... I have a feeling she'll either be like Shelly... or maybe (and) more likely to pick them up and try them out for taste. I'll let you know.
ReplyDeleteLove children and there fresh worldly outlook -- "out of the mouths of babes." -- barbara
ReplyDeleteMy grandkids have said things that after one thought a minute... made perfect sense... it's all in how you look at it. ; )
ReplyDeleteToo funny!
ReplyDeleteOldest Son had a pet gecko for a few years. He was in charge of feeding it (live crickets), but when he went on Boy Scout camping trips the job got passed on to his parents. Fortunately I only had to do it a couple of times.
LOL, too cute!! Wise for two going on three! I'd kind of freak having the worms in the fridge myself too.
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How wise she was - which was most unfortunate for you.
ReplyDeleteThat's a smart kiddo! Ha Ha.
ReplyDeleteI love that age! And what a cute little face. You can see that she must have had a lot to say....
ReplyDeleteLOL Sounds like my Kate!!!
ReplyDeleteLove the look in those blue eyes. Kids have a great deal of wisdom. Our mistake is often underestimating them.
ReplyDeleteYes, and I've had flimsy containers full of dirt and bait in my fridge. I finally put my foot down when the meal worms escaped and invaded the lettuce. Those critters are now stashed in the small fridge in the shop. I just had to draw a line somewhere.
ReplyDeleteDear Joanne, I chuckled loud and long at Shelly's response. She's a little like her mother, wouldn't you say? Bait in frig. Ugh. Peace.
ReplyDeleteLOL!!!! Smart girlie. I wouldn't have picked them up either. EWWWW!!!
ReplyDeleteHa. No fool, she.
ReplyDeleteHer momma didn't raise no fools :)
ReplyDeleteHilarious! What a smart kid!
ReplyDelete!!! I too learned I couldn't walk on water - my experience was at Virginia Kendall Park at about age 4 on Easter Sunday!
ReplyDeleteVery wise child. Next time use a spatula?
ReplyDeleteHee hee hee! Smart little girl!
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