Monday afternoon three of Bobby's great-nephews came fishing. The youngest is 4 yrs old. When he wasn't irritating one of his brothers, he was keeping up a steady stream of chatter. After one of the boys knocked our bait container into the pond, the turtles began making their way to the pier. When the fifth one popped its head up, he looked at me in amazement and squealed "There's a hundred and a thousand out there!" I laughed and told him there wasn't quite that many. He got quiet, then actually whispered "Is that a REAL number? I know a hundred is, but..." and he shrugged.
So we had a math lesson on what comes after 100. For some reason he found it funny that the numbers simply started over.
I think he had fun. I'm not sure if he enjoyed catching more than his older brothers (and constantly reminding them of that fact), or just the newness of this "disgusting" activity. It was my first time to really be around him, and he made me laugh. Though I think the turtle his brother caught startled as much as it amazed him.Hopefully we can have them back again this summer. And this time I'll be a little more prepared to keep the bait safe.
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