Curtis wanted to go fishing. We don’t fish. Neither Joe or I have the patience for it. But we love our kids, so we packed up the canoe and went fishing.
When we got to the lake, I decided it made more sense if I went on a little hike with the baby and Peter (who don’t care about fishing), while Joe took Curtis and Henry out on the canoe.
An hour later, we finished our hike, no fish were caught, and we went home. We will have to go fishing again. But next time we might take along someone who knows what they are doing.