So far this blog has been rot. Mostly because I was unwilling to really share myself. There are lots of reasons why, but now I'm over it. Today for school Dylan and I decided to go out and try and catch a tadpole. Sadly, none were had. We did find some minnows! Here is a picture of Dylan with his prize. How did he catch such a cool thing? Well first, he gingerly inched his way down to the water surface and cautiously skimmed his minnow catching apparatus across the surface of the water scaring the minnows far away from him. The mama intervenes at this point and tries to get down the steep and treacherous blown concrete bank with a serious case of sciatica impeding her movement. "And what happens next?" You ask with baited breath? Well, the mama gets her well-treaded running shoes stuck on the concrete, slips and slides down the bank like a block of cheddar on a cheese grater. In the end, the mother is sitting in 2 feet of sludge and slime bruised and bloody but resolved. This fall has positioned her in the center of minnow action enabling her to catch the prize quickly for her beloved son. The son is happy and so the mother is happy. The End
