She's been begging for a fishing pole.
We haven't come through on that yet, but we did find a spare pole in the garage. So, in a moment that usually only comes in fiction and fairytales, her grandfather, Popo, took her fishing in the Best Fishing Hole in the World – our backyard river, where we toss hook-less bread to the fish every few days, just to watch them swim.
Popo said he never caught a fish with bread before.
Always eager for a teaching moment, I asked our little gal if she'd like to learn how to clean it and grill it, but she knows how much we'd enjoy watching it swim. Popo tossed it back. And so the fish lives on to feed or catch another day.