Yesterday afternoon we took a much needed break and went to the lake for a little while. And I do mean a little while, because we had no more gotten out in the boat and the sky got dark and it began to storm. Possum, who ordinarily is scared to death of storms, informed me that it would be okay. He said, "Mommy, it is just a little thunder." This is the same child who screamed and cried when Nene took him to the Rainforest Cafe and it came a fake thunderstorm. The storm didn't bother him as long as he was fishing. After we had gotten home and it was storming during the night he got scared again. He is so much like his Daddy. Everything is just fine as long as you are fishing!
As you can see from the pictures Squirrel spent most of the time in the boat digging in the snack bags for something to eat. Besides winding in the fish that her Daddy caught she spent her time eating! She may be a little like her Mommy (that's what I do while I'm in the boat-eat!).
We enjoyed our few minutes on the water and are looking forward to going again soon.