Last year on Father's Day, my son caught his first fish. My dear hubby was then trying to tell him to make sure to tell those on shore about the bigger one that got away. Unfortunately, my son is to scared of being in trouble to go along with the "fisherman's fib". Besides, he was so proud of this trout and could not wait to taste it. He had thought because he caught it it may be good. But for the boy who lives on plain rice, pasta and sandwiches of cream cheese and jam-this was not a tasty dinner :o)
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