Gone fishing!

"Happy birthday dear Pa Pa"

We heard this song for over a week. We go to Glasgow Thursday to Sunday to celebrate Daddy's 62 birthday and Grandma's 85th. For Daddy's birthday we load our stuff up early Friday morning and head to the lake to fish. Turner got a new fishing pole that had a little fish tied to the end of the line. He cast and recast that baby for hours. We search for crappie only to find one very small crappie and two little blue gill (I have no idea how to spell that). When Daddy hooks a fish he lets Turner bring it into the boat. He doesn't love the feel of the fish, but as any true fisherman can attest, the joy is in the hunt. After the first fish, Turner begs Pa Pa to bring in more, unaware that it isn't an immediate possibility to bring a fish into the boat each time he demands. He claps and squeals a few times during his search for fish. In the off moments of reeling other fish in, Turner throws his line into the water to reel in a bright red plastic fish every single time. And with every "catch" he shouts with excitement, "Look Mommy. I'm fishing."

When the sun becomes too much or our impatience leads us astray, Turner will grasp the steering wheel and drive us to a new location. "Go fast Pa Pa." Then, shouting over the wind noise you can barely hear him utter, "I'm going fast Mommy."

He drives us in circles when the coast is clear (there was a fishing tournament going on so the lake was quite busy).

At home, he continue to work his rod and reel to catch the cat and anything else that is willing to chase his plastic fish. He prods the cat with the end of the pole, pushes at Mom's flowers in hopes of uncovering a fish in the flower bed, and runs full speed to show us what he caught anytime we throw a glance his way. He has yet to cease his storytelling about fishing with Pa Pa, as well as his singing of Pa Pa's birthday song.