Sunday, May 31, 2009

Teachin' A Boy to Fish











Jack Johnson woke me up at 5:50am. I woke Noah at 6:00. We dressed quickly, and skipped the gruesome routine of brushing our teeth and combing our hair.




6:15; bagels, coffee, and chocolate milk from Dunkin donuts.




6:30; OFF, a bucket, and worms from Wally World.




6:45; Slayed crappie and bluegills at a secret location in central Debary.




8:00; Noah narrowly escapes the unforgiving jaws of Florida's largest gator.

3 comments:

Kathleen said...

Good job! Do you toss them back in or bring 'em home and eat them?
Sorry I missed your call. It seems that when I have my cell phone on me you call the house phone and when you call the cell I'm in the house!

ellen said...

What an awesome morning! I hope we can get Lucie fishing once when we visit?

roub said...

Mom: We toss 'em back.

El: S'mores. Check.
Fishing. Check.