Thursday, January 01, 2009

A few days ago, we strolled along the Marina del Rey pier and were fortunate to spy someone catching a crab in his net. Froggy was enthralled and suggested the fisherman return the crab to the sea.

I love that Froggy has no fear and casually holds a crab, pets fish, picks up snails off the sidewalk, chases seagulls and has never in her life been grossed out by anything. It poses the question as to if this tomboyishness is taught or inherited? Who knows? I'm just thankful she will be an adventurer!

Get ready Papa Gus, I think someone's ready to go fishing!!!


Anonymous said...

I'm ready. I remember 2 little girls who weren't afraid to bait their own hook and didn't mind (in fact enjoyed) watching Daddy filet Bluegills.

The DutchMac Tribe said...

Can you ask Froggy to come instill some fearlessness in LC for me? Seriously, the kid will throw himself off of high ledges, but hides behind me when a dog comes near.

And they don't even have to be REAL dogs. The can be the teeny, punt-able rats on leashes, and he still hides. It's so disheartening for this tree-hugging animal lover to witness this in their child.