My boys beg to throw rocks in water, or fish. It’s a problem really. I took them to Utah Lake after we did the cupcakes. Owen had the time of his life getting all smelly with gross mud, and Bode whined the whole time. He was begging for me to go back home, grab his fishing pole, then go back. We did not have time for all of that. It was torture for him to even be around water and not fishing. Sounds like his dad…
We spent the car ride home going over what we should be thankful for, focusing on what we do get to do and not what we don’t get to do. blah blah. I’m pretty sure no one was listening.
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