We are in the middle of fishing at a friends pond and I scan around to check on each of my boys about every 5 minutes. Jack and Derek are standing over the fish bucket, looking at the three bass we are taking home. I check out the other two boys and then cycle back to the little ones, because my dad spidey sense is tingling. Sure enough, the boys are laughing to themselves as they take turns pouring a little of their rootbeer into the bucket.
Derek sees me watching him. I raise an eyebrow and he kind of does the doo dee doo dee dooo, looks up at the sky and back at the fish like I really didn't catch them doing anything and he really didn't see me raise a brow. If he knew how to whistle he would. He of course has a small grin and slowly shifts around the bucket so his back is now to me. That little stinker. Derek is almost 3, Jack almost 2.
"Derek, Jack, knock it off, leave those fish alone. . . " Laughing they jog off to look for more mischief.
As much as they give me heartburn with their antics, I wouldn't trade them for anything.
Monday, June 21, 2010
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