First thing this morning we had all three kids hitting us up to go fishing. #1 and #2 are old enough that we let them go alone, but #3 must be with one of us. #3 was the only one who did not go fishing today, but was thrilled to have the PlayStation to himself.
About an hour after #2 went fishing, we get a call on the radio "Mom, Dad, can you come pick me up?" Hunkka-hunkka Hubby and I had a good movie in, were snuggled in a warm blanket for prime snuggling "No, you can walk the 2 blocks home", was our reply.
(Crying now)"But my line is tangled in the bushes and I can't get it loose!" You could actually hear the tears through the wind and rain he insisted would not bother him.
Sigh. "We will be there in a minute". Change out of sweats, put on shoes, leash up the dog and walk over to the lake. We got #2 untangled and through chattering teeth he told us he wasn't cold at all, but was tired of fishing and was going to go home with us. I went over to #1 and asked him to come home also. It is getting progressively colder and rain is falling harder.
#1 insists that he is a true fisherman and no weather is too bad for him to fish in. Rolling my eyes I walked away from him and walked home.
30 minutes later.
"Mom, can you come get me?" I looked outside. It is hailing so hard I can't see across the 50 feet of back yard to where the fence is being put up. "I'll be right there". His fingers and lips were blue when I picked him up in the nice, warm, dry truck.
I guess there is some weather that is too bad for him to fish in. Go figure. I think he will be more inclined to listen to his parents next time though!