Not long ago, all of our grandchildren were together for the first time in a long while. We went fishing with a church group at a pond in a local park where there is also a large lake. The pond was fenced off from the rest of the area and it was situated near a covered picnic area. It's a peaceful setting and it was a great day to put a pole in the water and relax, if fishing is your thing. Since it was a family fishing tournament, there were prizes given for the size of fish caught and the total. The youngest grandson caught a good sized Brim - measuring 8 and a half inches from tip to tail. He was given a slight assist with his catch by his mommy but he brought it ashore all by himself. The older boys were so patient and loving with their young cousin - and he was so sweet with them, that it warmed the cockles of one's heart to watch them interact with each other. As the hooks were baited with worms (ugh) or crickets (where'd it go??) or just rolled up pieces of bread (fish eat bread like candy!) the boys would cast out into the pond and pull back either an empty hook or some small fishy variety that would be thrown back and not eaten. After each fish was released, one or the other of the older cousins would tell Mikey, "Big hug!" and he would give a great big hug to his cousins.
It makes a grandmom proud. A grandpa, too! Even though nobody in the family brought home a trophy, we won the tournament anyway.
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Their mothers are justly proud of them, too. In fact, one of them recently (sort of) claimed hers was the best, cutest, smartest, (I can't remember which) child of his age in the world.
I concur about all the guys.
That was me. I do believe I have the most awesome 2 yr. old. That is, til Friday, then I proclaim to have the most awesome 3 yr. old :)
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