Bracken played "fishing" for over an hour. He caught huge Daddy fish, Mommy fish, baby fish, and mean "traitor and tyrant fish" (He'd asked what traitors and tyrants were after we sang "Praise to the Man" and I told him it meant mean people who didn't tell the truth and were bossy...so he decided the mean fish were traitors and tyrants), then put them in grocery bags or rolled them up in washcloths and towels. I pretended to eat one for dinner and he had a fit because he told me they were pets, not for food. Ooops. This kid has an overactive imagination.
Notice how nicely all the towels and washcloths are folded and rolled. Bracken's new hobby is folding washcloths, towels, and blankets. I'm not complaining!
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