Gone Fishing…

My Tucker loves everything. No really. Everything.

He wants to be a motorcycle riding-baseball playing-soccer playing-gardening-art making-tennis playing-cooking-swimming-high diving-dancing-singing-yacht owning-race car driving- fisherman when he grows up. Recently he saved $16 and bought a little fishing pole. Today we went down to Balboa Pier and he tried his luck. Unfortunately he is not tall enough to see over the railing edge, so like all good parents who are willing to risk jumping into the ocean to save their child we helped him stick his head thru the railing. Every time I said ‘Tuck I am bored can we go now?’ he refused to budge. He was determined to catch SOMETHING. Well, he did. He caught a very beautiful and large starfish (which most certainly was clinging to the pier for dear life when he was snagged up. He was heavy and nearly broke the new $16 fishing pole. No worries, we quickly removed the hook, took a photo and dropped him back into the Pacific. And finally Tucker said we could go home.