Let's Feed the Fishies Grass

Last summer the girls and I went camping with my family. We were high up near the tree line and spent 4 days hiking, picking wildflowers, playing kick-the-can, roasting marshmallows at the fire.

Here's a photo of about two-thirds of us on a hike up near a lovely Lilly-padded lake.

One afternoon some of the group went fishing. Cleo went along, and I stayed at our camp with Gigi, who was napping. Word got back to me that Cleo was a bit noisy, but overall had a fun time. However, her impression of fishing was that it was the bestest, funnest thing in the world. In the past 10 months, she's asked me repeatedly if she can please go fishing with Gramps? (As seen in the picture below.)



Here are her instructions for fishing.

1. Get a stick and a string.
2. Put them in the water and wave them around.
3. Catch a fish.
4. Pet the fish and feed the fishies grass.
5. Sing a song to the fish and rock it.

I like her version of fishing. It doesn't involve worms, hooks, or the dreaded cleaning and eating of said fish.