Rick has been promising the boys to take them ice fishing for a couple of weeks, but because we have been so busy they haven't gotten around to it until this past weekend. What fun they had spending the day on Strawberry Reservoir. Darin met them in Heber to enjoy the day, which was a good thing because he was the only one who actually caught any fish! Oh well, they all had a great time, and we got to enjoy fresh trout for our Sunday dinner.
Luke patiently waiting for a bite.
Noah was very descriptive about how they had to kill the fish once they were caught. (If you know Noah at all you know that he is somewhat obsessed with violence. He is constantly talking about cutting things with a "very sharp knife (insert ax, saw, sword, etc.)." He is fixated on people getting hurt/cut/killed on any movie he sees. For example; if he talks about the Incredibles it is to mention the "very big robot to kill Mr. Incredible". He also watched the animated story of Joseph Smith and it seems the only part he remembers is that "the doctor comes to cut Joseph's leg with a very sharp knife." Needless to say, he in into violence). So, when Rick asked him to tell me what they did to the fish once they had caught them his response was "I bang fish, bang, bang, bang (jumping up and down and showing me how to "bang") and hit them so hard to kill it. I cut fish in bum with a very sharp knife. I murder fishy." All this was said in an angry voice with grimace on is face. Murder? Where did my 2-year-old learn the word murder? Who knows. To my knowledge he mostly watches Dora and Diego. So yesterday in church Mr. Chatty was telling the old lady sitting in front of us that he had gone fishing and I was just praying that he didn't mention anything about the subsequent "murder" of the fish. Thankfully, he left that part out.