While on vacation, Ryan went fishing for his first time. He wanted a "big fish" lure on his pole like mommy's but I didn't have any to spare (or to lose). I tried to convince him the little rubber fish was sufficient, but he wasn't having it. He decided to find other ways to bide the time till we went back into the dock. Next time we went to town, I found a "big fish" lure on sale, took off the hooks, put it on his fishing pole, and he was happy as can be.
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