Here fishy, fishy, fishy

 

Lucy went on her first fishing trip the other day.

We bought her a princess fishing pole and everything.

The day before we went I bought the pole with her. Clay was on a camp out so we were going to go fishing the following day.

So all day I got to hear about how she desperately wanted to go fishing.

I kept telling her tomorrow, but tomorrow was taking an awfully long time for this little 3 year old.

 

Here she is super excited to try out her fancy pole.

This is the part where I tell Clay that we forgot the worms and we had to go back. :)  oopsie

 

We finally made it.
In the dead heat of the afternoon, obviously the best time to go fishing.

 

She got a good look at the worms.
Ewwww, her words not mine.  Although I completely agree. Gross.

 

Alright I finally get to do this thing called fishing.

 

And she learns that this is incredibly boring, I tried to tell her.

 

I wore my hippy shirt to attract the fish, no luck.
And Zoey had a dragon fly bow on her fuzzy head, that didn't work either.
Honestly!

 

Lucy got bored (big surprise) so I took over her pole duties.

 

O just my adorable child.

We went home fishless, at least now I don't have to listen to her carry on about her fishing pole anymore. :)

Next time we'll go when it's a little earlier.