
We went fishing last week.
It was a serene and calm display of father/son time.
I think Mom was crying.

Two minutes later Owen found a big stick.

He threw it in the water and I laughed.
That was the end of fishing.
Then Dad fell in up to his knees.
Mom was laughing too hard to get a picture!

Then Dad started a campfire for us and we cooked our hotdogs.
This summer has officially been given the title of ...
"Grubby Boy Summer"

Mmmmm...smores!