In from my Granddaughter
Totally NON flyfishing related, but too funny not to pass on.
I took my just turned 8 year old granddaughter shopping for school supplies yesterday. All went well (da*n specific list that must be complied), till we got to the shoes. She found, and instantly fell in love with, a pair of what we used to call tennis shoes; cute things, graphics on the side, neon green bottoms, sparkely things here and there. $50.00! Yep, $50.00 for a little kids shoes!! I told her I was sorry, that I just couldn't afford shoes that cost that much, especially as she'd be outgrowing them in hours. How 'bout these cute plain ones for $27.00? Melt down. Tears. Pouts. How could Grandma be so mean?!? Then the ultimate ... "If you're not going to buy me these shoes, you can just take me to a foster home and drop me off, because I know you just don't love me". Smitten out on the floor!! Did she get the shoes? Nope. Foster home? Nah. The greatest part of grandparenting? Returning them to their parents!!
Trouts don't live in ugly places.
A friend is not who knows you the longest, but the one who came and never left your side.
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