Nick and Wyatt wen fishing a couple weeks ago. Pretty late into the year since we have been blessed with mild weather. Wyatt caught three fish all by himself! He was so proud. He brought one of his prize catches home.
He brings it inside and wants to put it right on the dinning room table. I told him to please hang onto it until daddy comes in to “deal” with it. He tells me his name is Slimey.
Nick grabs the cutting board and fillet knife and Wyatt comes about unglued! “Nooooo! Don’t kill him! His name is Slimey!”
Evidently he forgot Slimey was already dead. We got a good laugh out of it.