We talked about it all day. We waited impatiently for the storm clouds to break. We were going fishing at children’s fishing pond. In our minds, we would have laughter, big fish, and memories.
When we arrived, the humidity smacked us in the face. First clue . M groaned, “That green film means the lake has been fertilized so the catfish may not bite.” Second clue. Realizing we’d forgotten sunscreen = third clue.
But the boys were still excited, and M baited the hooks.
Big grins and swinging line. The camera didn’t capture the near misses with the swinging hooks, tangled feet in fishing lines, and frayed nerves of parents.
A bit of boredom showing in those hunched shoulders.
Sweaty brows, flushed cheeks, shortly before cries of boredom erupted.
No fish.
We gave up on the fishing, and just fed the fish. And an occasional turtle.
And ourselves. Gag. Of course, I snapped the shutter before yelling, “Stop eating that!”
Tired baby rescued by brewing storm and empty hot dog wrappers.
As we left, M said, “This will be more fun when they are older.” We hope.
KimG - Sorry it didn’t work out like planned. Real life I guess isn’t like the movies, but their day will come and it will be better. And yes…snap the photo and then tell them not to eat it…true photographer mom! LOL