So Quinn was pretty upset that I went fishing without him last weekend. Upon my return I promised that I would take him (mostly just to get him off my back). Well he would not let me live it down for a week, so on Saturday we got him a fishing pole and a "bug box" as he calls it. We carefully placed each lure and jig in its own compartment in the tackle box. That turned out to be a huge waste of time as 3 year olds are not prone to being careful with anything. He loved it and we took off for the afternoon to go fishing and give mom a reprieve from the boys.
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