P. has been begging Kevin to go fishing since the weather turned warm and this was the first weekend that we were blissfully unbusy. K., having turned 4 (the magic age to be able to go fishing with Daddy and P.) was FINALLY able to tag along. She did manage to catch her first fish(channel catfish) and P. caught a blue gill. After K. caught her fish she was ready to go. When she realized the boys were not ready yet, apparently there was some whining. I think the boys are going to go alone next trip...and I think K. is going to let them!
