Our oldest caught the most fish, but I didn't capture a picture of her since she was usually on the other side of the lake. Daddy caught the biggest fish.
The little one cried when it was time to fillet the catch, as she said it hurt the fish. We were being mean, and she wanted to part in eating it later. After that, any fish we caught had to be thrown back in the lake to be with it's family.
While Mommy mowed, the little one got to swing. Eventually, she talked her brother into relaxing on the hammock.
Our son was excited to drive on the farm and fine-tune his skills since he's next in-line for a license. He was always in charge of taking the family to San Gabriel before we'd switch drivers.
This made the little one jealous, so when she had an opportunity to drive a golf cart, she jumped at the chance. After Mommy experienced several jerks of whiplash, the little one gradually got better. Glad it will be a while longer before this one drives.
