It could have been a scene in a Leslie Nielsen movie.
Was she trying to pull a Norberg from the Naked Gun? LOL!
We had fishin' poles, Catalpa Tree worms, white bread dough balls, canned corn, and even one or two artificial lures. Little sister didn't even have a fishin' pole, so we made one for her out of a stick and a piece of line with a hook on the end. She was havin' fun just reaching the line out onto the water (we didn't even waste a sinker on her line!), but she wanted us to put some 'bait' on her hook, too.
We wouldn't put a worm on her hook, so she picked a yellow daisy and hooked it through then gently 'cast' the line out onto the water, where the daisy spun around on top of the water. ... The bass that grabbed that daisy had to weight three or four pounds, and you guessed it, me nor my friend caught anything but little Brim all day. Her little face was about to split from smilin' when that fish was layin' in the grass and she was touching its slimy side. She named it, too ... 'My fish!'
We stopped letting her go fishin' with us after that.