The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From the Tree.
My son should be president of MENSA. Here is why:
This past weekend my family went up to my parent’s cabin. Fishing ensued. My Dad got a fish locator for the pontoon boat, and the kids thought it was the coolest thing. Something was able to tell them that there were fish IN THE WATER where the naked eye was unable to penetrate.
My son kept looking at the locator to see how many fish were around. We all assumed that he was just wanting to know why he was or wasn’t getting bites. Then we heard him exclaim “There’s one!” as he looked at the screen. He ran over to the side of the boat, threw out his worm & bobber, and caught a fish. After I helped him unhook the fish, he walked over to the locator screen, saw that there weren’t any fish on the screen, and said “I got him!” He then told his sister that she might as well reel in her line, because he just caught the last fish. There are none left. He wanted to go to a different spot, because he had caught the last fish in this spot.
My 4 year old son is a freaking genius.
He also loves Rob Zombie.
Oh yes, the next day, he caught a 13″ bass on the smallest chunk of worm possible, on the smallest hook possible. Bass Pro Shop, here we come…
Fruit of my loins.
kb9udr <—– Father of A Child Prodigy
