Sunday evening, after we got home from an afternoon of visiting, Jon took the kids fishing. This was Audrey’s first time and I think, I think she enjoyed herself!!
Daddy caught her that fish and wasn’t able to catch James one. So needless to say James gets a little pouty when he talks about the fact that “Daddy caught Audrey a fish but didn’t catch me one.” And his pond experience this time was slightly traumatic for the little guy. I wasn’t there so this is a second hand account: Jon was trying to catch James a fish. James needed to go potty so of course he shucked his pants down and went on the bank. Jon looked away for as long as it takes to cast a line and heard a big splash followed by a very loud “waaaahhhhh, daddddddyyyyyy!!!” Jon wasn’t but about 5 feet from James so he was there fast enough to “fish” him out before any more trauma could take place! And James did not fall in deep water so it wasn’t a really dangerous situation, just an extremely traumatic one for a 3 1/2 yr. old!! (keeping count of how many times I use the word ‘traumatic’?)
When they got home James was all smiles telling about how much fun he had. Then he got real pitiful and told me how he fell in the pond while he was trying to go potty. His little lip started to quiver and his eyes filled up with tears. It was heart wrenching to say the least! I quickly started to tell him about the time I was a little girl and fell off of a big, tall dock into a pond and granddaddy had to fish me out and his daddy told him he fell in once to. James took great comfort in that and now when he talks about it (which is at least every couple hours) he throws in how we fell in too!