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  • Today, Peter and I took Robert and Harvey fishing at Jamaica Pond. It's stocked with fish (trout?); we got new children's fishing rods for the boys on Woot (2 for $9.99 and they float!). We stopped at a little superette in Marlborough on the way and bought some really long and fat worms. Did you know they last a long time if you keep them cool? They were next to the Pepsi in the cooler.

    Harvey fell asleep on the ride and was wrapped against the unusually cold and unpredicted wind that blew through our little excursion after I pushed his carriage to the fishing site. Robert helped with the worms, and then cast (casted?) patiently while Peter instructed him. Despite the floatie not floating and the worm coming back much smaller after each cast, the outing was a success: No fish to remove a hook from or clean and cook. No one fell on the rock or into the water. No one cried, not even me from being cold. No one needed to pee outside. We caught a couple of twigs, and only landed one cast into the trees (that was mine, okay???).

    We got to spend some time answering questions too.
    Harvey: "Peter, are you old?"
    Peter: "Why do you ask that?"
    Harvey: "Because you have a ... rubs hands on face..." Peter is sporting new facial hair, white chin, black/white stache).
    Peter: "Yes, Harva, I'm getting old. Should I grow a big white beard like Santa?"
    Harvey nods emphatically. "Yes, Santa!"

    Eventually, we retreated to the car to get warm, eat lollipops (okay, so I spoil them!) and take turns on Nonna's iPhone playing Angry Birds and Cut the Rope. (Note here: I do not play games on my iPhone. Wouldn't know how. Harvey showed me which games to download. Harvey was 2.5 years old then. Now that he's three he can take incredible pictures too.)

    It was a terrific morning with my older grandsons and my mate, Peter.
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