Grandpa Frank settled down and got serious with the angling, and caught the vacation's first of many tiny, tiny fish. I believe there are older fish in the lake (Josh caught one, a few days later), but they must be smarter. Because everyone was reeling in the tiny fish one after another.
I love the fact that the girls have zero squeamishness about worms or fish or anything else. Makes me think that squeamishness is taught, which makes sense if you reel back the years to pre-agriculture times when kids were probably game to touch anything that might be edible, and eat anything they could get their hands on.
Can you imagine a squeamish caveman?
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| I love it when the girls play together. |
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| Grandpa and Suzanne. |
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| The girls are suitably impressed. |
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