Fishin' With Sage

Last Monday Papa had agreed to babysit Sage while Sage's Mom Lena went to the Zoo as a chaperone with Julia's kindergarten class.  Because I have a Baker's cyst on my left leg I was fortunate to have the day off and I could record with my camera Papa's apprenticeship in the Course of Being a Grandfather.  As soon as Sage arrived she was excited.

"I have my net, Papa, let's go froggin'!" she whispered.

"Instead of froggin' Sage, why don't we go fishin' down the pond."

Sage started singing, "Fishy, Fishy in the pond" as she took Papa's hand and started out the door.  I followed with the towel, a pillow to prop my leg up...it's suppose to be elevated, and some sunblock.  Once down at the pond, Sage, quite fearless waded into the pond with her blue fishing net.



"Come Tuck, come fishin', fishy, fishy, come to me.  Papa, where are they?"

"Sage, we need to go deeper.  Look at all these sunfish holes.  We can catch a big one here.  These fish stay close to these holes where they have laid their eggs.  Come with Papa."



"Sage, Sage, we caught one...." Papa cried joyfully.












"Let me see fishy, Papa".  As the fish frantically moved around in the net, Sage got more then a peek.  Threshing about, the fish had water flying everywhere.  Sage started sputtering.






"Show Tuck fishy, Papa.  Tuck wants to see fishy."



"I cold, Papa.  You fish with Tuck now."



As she got up on the dock, she decided that Tortelini the turtle that Papa had caught the other day for her needed a rock and some moss for a nice soft bed.  As she renovated his home she started singing, "There was a little turtle, who lived in a box....".





After making sure Tortelini liked his new home, Sage ran down the length of the dock and plopped down on the towel.



"Sage tired?" I asked.

"Sage tired" she replied.









After a brief few minutes of reflection about the fine art of fishing, Sage was once more up and ready.  "Hey, Tuck, you want to catch another fish?"



It is our experience that little girls, like little boys, do not reflect too long.  They need action! So into the pond, Sage went singing her songs once more.