We're dealing in reality, Mum.

Jane asked Erin to tie a string to the end of a stick. She then pretended to go fishing off the end of the kitchen table pier.

Jane: I got one! I got a fish!

Erin: Wow! What kind is it?

Jane: A trout!

Erin: A Rainbow trout?

Jane: No! A fish one! (looks at Erin with a mildly scornful expression) It swims in the water.

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