So yesterday I took the family to a small pond close by. I wanted to take them down an old school memory lane of mine; the art of crawdad fishing. Stopped at the grocery store and paid $1.22 for three raw drumsticks. At the pond, tied them up to some old fishing line and tossed them off the shore. As I stood up and turned to my family of skeptics staring at me, I was soon the one laughing. Ha, two minutes later I pulled my first crawdad slowly out of the water. Ah ha look, the skeptics are interested and moving closer. Eventually, dozens were pulled out. Orion was fascinated, Ami was awed and hooked liked one of my poor crawdads. In fact, they were still biting despite the barrage of rocks being thrown into the water. Dads, get some raw chicken, string and go have a blast for hours with your kiddos.
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Great job sharing your interests with your family. Sense of wonder.