A seven year olds wisdom

I think what I like best about visiting with my grandkids is when I have a chance for some one on one talk time with each of them.  I just like the way their minds work, and how they make statements in a matter of fact style that get to the heart of an issue.

Son Andy and his boys, Joseph and Seth, arrived from Rochester about 1:30 this afternoon.  The grandboys were a little antsy after a six hour drive in the car, so after a bit of visiting we headed for Lost Lake so they could drown some worms. 

Andy thought the boys should change into long pants and shoes because of the bugs, but I suggested they stay in shorts and sandals.  Joey is eight and Seth is seven.  My experience has been that kids that age need stuff to wear that can get wet if you’re going to be that close to water.

While Andy got the poles ready, the boys did what comes naturally.  Joey found a live snail that he brought to show me.  I was impressed that they stayed dry for most of the time we were there. 

Eventually they settled into the serious business of catching dinner.  They had several bites, but were somehow distracted at the time to manage to haul anything in.  Go figure!  A bald eagle flew over and there were so many interesting things along the shore.  Andy was kept busy untangling lines, baiting hooks, and teaching them to cast an open face reel.  He’s a good father.

During one of the breaks in action, I had a chance to have a discussion with seven year old Seth about fishing licenses.  He knew that kids got to fish for free, and he knew that his dad had to pay for a license.  He asked if I liked to fish, and I told him yes, but a license for me here would cost $45.  He thought about that for a minute, and then came up with this priceless response, “Asking old people to pay for a fishing license is like asking them to get a license to breathe!”  Ha Ha!  I like this boy.

After a hotdog cookout with all of us and John and Bridget, we headed over to their site for some rousing games of ladder golf.  Seth told me he was surprised that someone living in a motorhome would have neighbors.  Didn’t get a chance to pick his mind about that.

After the boys were done, it was time for the adults to compete.  Joey asked if he could go check on Emma, and I said “Sure”.  In short order, Joey had hooked her up to her leash, and she was taking him for a walk.    He held on with both hands, and as they went over the hill I heard him say, “ She sure is strong!” 

Both boys and dog eventually returned safely.  Two boys and a dog… a good mix.  They were all worn out!

When Bridget and I were playing, Seth said he wanted to be the referee of the contest like in wrestling.  I wasn’t sure if I was going to have to put Bridget into a full Nelson or not.   Luckily, he only wanted to lift the winner’s hand at the end of the match.  These boys may only be here for two days, but I swear they’re likely to wear me out.  Such fun!

Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy