Oh my now you've done it! I have tears streaming down my face & I can't see to type! The funny thing is & maybe that's just boys, we used to go fishing all the time just him & I. Dad doesn't like to fish anymore. There is a dry well near our home & when it rains hard the puddle fills with polywogs. Every time they would show up I would find buckets or bowls or jars of them in his room. One year he dumped a whole jar...hundreds of them in his fish tank. It killed all the fish in the end but they ate like kings for a day! I am printing this out for him (and me). You've touched my heart & I think you're a gem! Thank you Ms Feather. Very much.
My warmest birthday wishes to Trevor. :-)