It's All Fun and Games....

This morning my parents took P fishing at a local fishing hole. I'm glad there are people in his life that subject him to many things, especially since I can't stand fishing and would never take him. It took awhile for him to "catch a fish" but he was so proud of himself when he did. The fish was about the size of his hand so we obviously didn't keep it but he was happy none-the-less. Everything was going good until he tried to feed the squirrels. He thinks every animal is his friend but today he found out, first hand, that wild animals aren't always so nice. He and my dad were feeding a squirrel some Cheetos when all of a sudden it mistook P's finger for a Cheeto. It bit him but luckily didn't draw blood or break the skin. The experience did shake him up quite a bit and it took about 15 mins for him to stop crying. Luckily he had the memory of catching a fish to overshadow the squirrel biting him.