For our second attempt at fishing fun, we wrangled in some help.
Cousin Taryn to the rescue!!!!
Or maybe it was the fact that we were fishing in the middle of the day rather than right before bedtime when Charlie is at her emotional end. . .?
Regardless, no one had a melt-down and not one tear was shed.
They both even got brave enough to touch the fish! I didn't even want to do that. Slimy things really aren't in my comfort zone. I just don't see the need to go out of my way to touch something like that, but I figured since the 2 year olds did, I should probably give it a try too. Prove to Charlie that her Mommy isn't a wimp.
They each reeled in their own fish as well—with lots of parental supervision, of course.
So if fishing doesn't work the first time, just invite some friends along. Could make all the difference in the world!