Michael was in the kitchen, I was in the laundry room, and we heard grunting from our bedroom.
We snuck up to find:
Joshua standing on our bed, daddy's belt in hand. He claimed he was fishing.
"I caught something!"
He labored the "fish" onto the bed and tumbled over the comforter.
"Oh, so heavy!"
At the end of daddy's belt there was a "Nemo fish" a "Dory fish" and they were "so yummy!" to eat.
Michael and I discussed the books he has read and the shows that he has watched lately and neither one of us could come up with an explanation for where his fishing adventures had come from.
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