© Bruce Goodman 21 June 2015
Logan was almost five years old. He loved to go fishing with his Dad. Sometimes his grandfather would come fishing too. They would fish in the river.
There was a quota limit of five trout per person. Logan’s father and grandfather had caught twenty-three.
“I’d better take these fish home in the car before the ranger turns up,” said Logan’s grandfather.
He went off in the car. Logan and his Dad stayed on fishing.
But who is this approaching? It is a stranger in uniform.
“Hello,” said the stranger. “Have you had any luck with fishing?”
“Yes! Yes!” said Logan excitedly. “My Dad caught twenty-three fish, but my grandfather has taken them home in the car.”
Ah, first belly laugh of the day. From the mouths of babes…
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed!
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Very true! 😀
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Thanks. I thought 23 trout was a bit over the top, even for Taupo, but by then I’d already posted it!
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Too true to be good….a thoroughly delightful story! My mother nearly killed me once, for that kind of truth-telling, but I didn’t understand why. No more than I understood her telling someone on the phone that my Dad wasn’t home…when he was sitting right there at the kitchen table! At what age do we first “practice to deceive,” I wonder…
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I was a genius. I started early!
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I enjoyed reading it, Bruce 🙂
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Thank you!
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Kids…got to love them. And feed them, and clothe them them and raise them…
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And then look after their kids while they take a break… and even though it’s nice, you’ll be glad to give them back!
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That’s just what would happen Bruce 🙂
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My cousin, Jane, when she was 7, caught a trout by tickling it. I was in awe! I still am! Her parents made her take it back to the river even though it was by then dead!
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Let not your tongue cleave to the roof your mouth….said Bruce and the kid’s dad.
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True!
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Uh oh… out of the mouths of babes.
My mom always told me that people who didn’t eat their peas went bald. So, at 4 or 5, I diligently ate my peas because I was afraid of growing bald. One day, on a bus returning from some outing with my mom, an old bald-headed man got on the bus and sat across from us. Yours truly, never one to keep her mouth shut, blurted out, “Mom, look at that man! I bet he didn’t eat his peas!”
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😀 Thank goodness I’ve always loved peas!
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You must like them a lot… you seem to have a nice head of hair! 😀
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A liking for peas is clearly a genetic thing.
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I find peas go great with gravy. And there’s always at least one person who makes a pun out of them…
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No puns pLeasE
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For peas sake! 🙂
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😄
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Ah, good old Logan … out of the mouth of babes. Excellent!
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Always trust a kid with the truth but never trust a kid with the secret.
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Ah! That’s true! and succinctly stated.
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