Tuesday, July 28, 2009
This spring and summer, John M. has turned into a little fisherman. Well, for about 10 or 15 minutes per fishing trip. He'll talk about an upcoming fishing trip every day for a week, and he'll be bursting with excitement when it's time to go. The pole is in the water for about 5 minutes, and he's 'bored' and wants someone else to man his Spiderman rod.
Mark said every fish he (as in almost 40-year-old Mark) caught last Saturday was on the Spiderman pole. What I think John likes about fishing is the one-on-one time he has with his Dad, or sometimes his Paw-Paw or Mike. He has to get tired of shopping with the three girls in his family, and wants to get a little dirty.
I look forward to him having more guy time with the men in his life. It's something he's missed out on lately, and I've learned he really needs. He already knows more about fishing than his mama. Maybe he'll take over soon as the one to bait my hook and remove the fish. As I've said before, I can't fish alone because all I do is pretty much 'man the pole'.