Joy
“You signed us up for fishing?” I whispered as we hiked along the slow, twisting creek.
“We agreed to sign up for things we all like,” Alex answered rationally. “My dad made friendship bracelets in arts and crafts, now your mom can go fishing! Besides!” He grinned at me, “fishing is fun!”
Our camp fishing guide also happened to be the school physics teacher, Mr. Bliss. We each carried a fishing pole, while Mr. Bliss had a tackle box, a net, and a canvas bag full of little plastic tubs of worms and night crawlers.
Mommy had a pained look on her face as we all stood in a circle while Mr. Bliss demonstrated how to put a squirming trout worm on the hook. Then he passed around one of the tubs of worms, and everyone had to fish out their own bait.
Mommy held the tub and stared down int
