and it's not even of my kids.
I love this sweet picture of Adam's friend, Benjamin, showing his baby sister the fish he caught.
Fish, you ask? That must be an awfully small fish to fit in the palm of his hand like that.
Yep. One of our favorite summertime activities this year had been to go explore our neighborhood stream and the surrounding woods. It's an activity that the kids never seem to tire of. So when Adam had two friends over this afternoon, it was the first thing they wanted to do as soon as our indoor activities were finished. There they used nets to catch little minnows (and got soaking wet in the process). When it was time to walk back home, they couldn't bear to part with all of their new fishy friends, so they brought the best of the bunch back home in a peanut butter jar.
They boys were pretty enamored with their catches and spent the rest of their time together eating Flavor-ices and jabbering about their plans of where they were going to keep their fish and what they were going to feed them, how often they might need to change the water, etc.
Soon the fish were divided up into Dixie cups and sent home with the boys along with a handful of mini marshmallows for food. Not surprisingly, a few of the minnows have already passed onto the big stream in the sky, but Adam is holding out home that at least a few will survive to be his newest pets. (Thursday morning update: all of the minnows are now dead)
After spending an afternoon with a couple of 8-year-old boys, I've discovered that their conversations can be highly entertaining. There was silliness aplenty, some competitiveness as they took turns showing off their smarts, a little bit of potty humor, and even a little waxing poetic as they shared their philosophies on being kind to animals. :)
Fish, you ask? That must be an awfully small fish to fit in the palm of his hand like that.
Yep. One of our favorite summertime activities this year had been to go explore our neighborhood stream and the surrounding woods. It's an activity that the kids never seem to tire of. So when Adam had two friends over this afternoon, it was the first thing they wanted to do as soon as our indoor activities were finished. There they used nets to catch little minnows (and got soaking wet in the process). When it was time to walk back home, they couldn't bear to part with all of their new fishy friends, so they brought the best of the bunch back home in a peanut butter jar.
They boys were pretty enamored with their catches and spent the rest of their time together eating Flavor-ices and jabbering about their plans of where they were going to keep their fish and what they were going to feed them, how often they might need to change the water, etc.
After spending an afternoon with a couple of 8-year-old boys, I've discovered that their conversations can be highly entertaining. There was silliness aplenty, some competitiveness as they took turns showing off their smarts, a little bit of potty humor, and even a little waxing poetic as they shared their philosophies on being kind to animals. :)
3 comments:
i hope a few survive. that would be awesome. :)
I think 8 years old is a cute age :)
How sad that all of the minnows died.
Looks like they had lots of fun!
The last picture of the three musketeers almost reminds me of the "Little Rascals" with Spanky in the middle.
Oh, the simple joys of childhood!
Thanks for sharing.
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