On our camping trip, we swam at the lake nearly every day. It was a lot of fun, although the girls got blue-lipped and shivering; then we spent some time running around, trying to warm up. On the way back from swimming at the lake one day, Fr. Jerome asked some people who were fishing whether they'd caught anything. The kids with the fishermen were eager to show their loot. Hannah and Naomi were interested, too, and they went over and took a look.
Dead fish someone has just caught provide the first and only necessary reason for me not to fish myself. I was expecting some backlash from the viewing.
Here it is:
Hannah: Mom, maybe next time we can bring a fishing pole and WE could go fishing, too!
Some of us are less squeamish than others, I guess.
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