Took the kids out for fishing.
Let me tell you how much of fun it is.
First of all.. I am extremely allergic to prawns and the only bait that I usually find at the bait shops is prawns.
I didn’t want to restrict something my children enjoy because it could potentially kill me. ( I know it really sound weird. But I am not deliberately taking a risk, I do have my epipen with me and my son does the baiting the hook part)
So as much as I enjoy fishing, I am also terrified of having a severe allergic reaction and dying!
Secondly, I must introduce a few of my personal stuff I cherish the most.
First in the list is My Harley Davidson hat. It is older than Yaya. It used to be dark blue at one time. Now after being washed so many times it is neither blue, nor grey. It is somewhere in between.But it is my favourite hat.
At the beach, We found a nice spot. I always make sure that there are people around when we go for fishing in the event I have a medical emergency. This time, we had a group of kite surfers in the beach. ( All handsome, I must add)
My children were were so excited to cast the line.
I knew I won’t be spared from the excitement and hence I didn’t bring a book to read with me.
I found a place to sit and just as my butt touched the earth, I heard
“Mama,we need your help”
From where I was, I could see that all three fishing lines got tangled!!
I got up and the wind knocked my Harley davidson hat off my head! I ran after my hat and I heard my son hollering
“Look, mama is running! This happens once in a life time!”
And sure enough all the handsome kite surfing dudes heard him and were laughing..
I thought of shoving my son in to the water.
I caught my run away hat before it got soaked in the sea spray and went to untangle the lines.
By then the fishing mission has progressed to ‘find the culprit’ mission.
Each blamed the other for getting all the lines tangled.
Ultimately the older two ganged up on the youngest.
She, being the master in the art of survival, started to cry.
she knows very well that I fall for her tears any day..any time, hook, line and sinker.
“Don’t blame her” I said
“You always take her side” They said
“No, I don’t” I said
“yes, you do” They said.
It was not getting any better and my poor baby was bawling her eyes out.
so I said
“Ok, let us go back. enough of fishing”
“What?” They screamed in unison
“You are so mean, You are no fun” They started to blame me
“You want to fish?” I asked
“Duh” They replied
“Then don’t fight” I ordered
“But we didn’t fight. You started it” The child who was bawling up until that moment looked at me accusingly and said.
I looked at them incredulously.
How did I get sucked in to this and ended up being the culprit?
Then they started to laugh. They love it when their mother is speechless.
Eventually after getting their lines tangled a million times and fighting with the gulls that were stealing the bait, my son suggested
“let us do something” and they went over the rocks to search the rock pools for treasures.
My son dropped his hat in to the water accidentally and asked if he could borrow my hat.I being the ever generous mom let him have my hat, but with a warning, don’t lose my favourite hat.
“Trust me mom. I won’t lose your hat” He said.
10 minutes later the three of them ran to me screaming
“Mom see what we got”
I could see that the water was dripping from my Harley Davidson hat.
My son opened my precious hat to show me
a live, slimy smelly fish
in my hat!
I know Methran Thamby’s wife must have rolled on the floors of heaven and laughed. After all, her grand daughter once caught ooppa meen with the towel!!
Ah, the joy of fishing!