After a few, Abby finally caught a whopper of a fish that weighed in at approximately the same weight as a gummi bear. It took three people to reel it in. These Florida fish...mammoth, I tell ya. But oh, she was so happy, and that truly was what the day was all about.
Sadly, Jay looked at me like I had 6 eyes when I told the girls that they had to kiss the fish for good luck before throwing it back. Please tell me that someone else knows about this ritual! Abby took her dad's side and turned her nose up at the idea, but Emma seems to have a good future in sushi adventures with her mama. In fact, she loved each and every fish we caught. She was the first to touch them and insisted that she hold, kiss, and throw back every single itty-bitty fish that ate our hot dogs. But don't call her a tomboy...no sir-ee, she will baulk at the idea in a second and make sure that you are fully aware that she is a pretty, pretty princess. Mind you, a princess who obviously loves to hold fish near and dear to her heart...(note the tail sticking out of her arms):
Little dude through all of this...well, he obviously has no fear of the water whatsoever and was this close to actually just jumping in to the muddy abyss. So I quarantined him to the van with a load of books and told him to behave. He'll be walking up a bank with a fishing pole his own bad self soon enough...with mama trailing behind him with a lens in his face every 30 seconds, that's fo' sure.