"Fishing with Paige 4"

So last night our grand-daughter Paige and her dad came over to visit for a couple hours, when Paige, (who is always coming up with brilliant last-minute plans for something or other), just "out of the blue", thought it might be a good idea if she just spent the night with grandma and grandpa, in case some type of emergency should come up that us "older" people may not be able to adequately handle on our own, such as finding "Tom and Jerry" cartoons on Sunday morning television, or getting up early to escort grandpa to the fishing hole, and then staying to help him fish just to make sure he doesn't pierce himself with a fishhook, or get into any other kind of trouble. Paige is always thinking ahead, so she brought her pajamas with her, as well as her appetite for grandma's cookies. I'm not totally convinced that she was as excited about going fishing when I woke her up at six this morning though, as she was when she talked about it last night, but then most of the women I know can be a little "finnicky" that way. We did make it to the fishing hole, but not exactly at daybreak, which by my way of thinking, is when the fish are biting the best. I didn't wake grandma up to go this time, not because we didn't want her to go, but more because the last time I woke her up to go fishing before daylight on a Sunday morning she gave me a scary look, followed by a lecture so potent that I'm still seeing a therapist on a weekly basis for shock treatment. Luckily, the fishing hole is only about a hundred yards from our house, otherwise we would have never gotten there before noon, as Paige was so excited to be fishing with grandpa rather than sleeping in with grandma that she lagged far behind me on the way there, and forced me to continue yelling back encouraging statements to her to keep her moving, such as "It's really great out at this time of morning, isn't it Paige"?, and "maybe this time you can put your own worm on your own hook"! This type of encouragement didn't seem to work very well though, and it made me think that my little Paige 4 is already starting to grow-up, as many women , (even Kristy), absolutely refuse to impale a worm onto a sharp object before they've had their morning coffee. We did eventually have fun though, the fish were still biting, and we even got our line broke twice, watching our bobbers swimming away in the mouths of whatever monster fish they would have to be to be able to break the line in my daughter Diana's twenty five year old "Strawberry Shortcake" fishing pole, which still contained the original line. Even though we didn't meet my timeline for getting to the pond, we still managed to keep Paige's for getting back home by eight o'clock, because that's when "Tom and Jerry" starts. Plus we needed to wake up grandma to see if she was okay, and if she had any immediate future plans involving bacon and eggs or pancakes. We also needed to know where she hides the "Bubble-stuff" and "Playdough".