TheGeekess
Keeper of the Kraken
I remember taking my boys (they were 7, 5, 3) fishing. Now, do you think THEY would touch the worm? Um, no. So, mom figured out how to bait the hook while NOT touching worms.
So, we are happily fishing and mom is busy praying that they catch nothing. Do you think Jesus answered THAT prayer? Nope, child happily catches a fish. So, I'm on the pier going "oh, no? Now what do we do?" All the while squealing and what not.
A knight in shining armour came and save us. It was too little to keep so back in the water it went. And we LEFT!!
While I was growing up, my parents, sibs and I spent many weekends on boats, fishing, camping, etc. We all learned how to bait hooks and take fish off hooks. I gave up fishing when I was 15 and my mom told us 'You catch them, you clean them'. Years later, I found out Dad detested fishing, but took us anyway because he thought it was important for us to do things as a family. (Dad grew up in a seriously dysfunctional family [even by today's standards] and has been compensating since.)