Last week, Andrew invited his classmate, Katie, to go swimming today at our community pool. Today was too chilly for swimming, so Andrew suggested a walk in Laurel's Riverfront Park. We bought ice cream cones at the Laurel Meat Market and walked down to the river. Andrew, already a "compleat angler" at age nine, showed Katie all the likely fishing holes in the river.
I've told you about Andrew's obsessions. Fishing is one of them. The best fishing hole, in his opinion, is down an embankment strewn with boulders. He scrambled down to the river while Katie and I watched from above. As he started climbing back up, Katie said, "Andrew, there's a perch near the top where you can sit and rest."
Reaching the top, Andrew asked, "Where's the perch?" Katie looked puzzled. She pointed to a rocky ledge. Now Andrew looked puzzled. Disappointed, too. The only perch he wanted to see was a yellow perch, not some stupid rock.
His sort of perch was my first thought too. Hee.
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ReplyDeleteIt sounds like a nice way to spend your day with your grandson and his friend!
ReplyDeleteHe is funny and so interesting!
Aww and he really had his hopes up about that perch! :-) Great story!
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