Is there a better way to spend a nice Sunday afternoon than fishing out of a paddle boat? Maybe. But it's still a lot of fun, especially when you're looking for low-key activities during tonsil-surgery recovery. So a couple of weeks ago, we joined the Wolff Pack for a trip to the lake (a short trip to this particular lake, about two miles from our house)...
This is the hat Claire would have worn to the Royal Wedding had she not declined the invitation (or to the Kentucky Derby if she were old enough for bourbon).
She sat this one out, watching us from the shore and occasionally chewing on pine cones.
Henry handles the fishing pole. Unfortunately, the fish weren't biting that day, so he got a realistic introduction to the sport.
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