Tonight we went fishing. Ryder caught his first fish and was so excited. Yes he has his own pole but wanted to use Daddy's. It was about a 5 inch bass, and we kept trying to tell him he caught a "big" fish. He would look at us and say, "no it's just a little one". We kept telling him that you always say your fish is big, but he wasn't having any of it.
We also ended the night with his favorite past time ... rock throwing. If there was a competition of most rocks thrown in an hour this little dude would win it, I am sure. He will grab a rock and throw it and be so excited once it hits the water. He laughs and gives a "whoa". This continues even on the 857 rock thrown. We have to eventually tell him he can take a rock with us if he comes with us and then he will leave. We usually never leave an adventure without a new stick or rock to add to our collection.
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