This is the picture of Dad, Interrupted cleaning a fish in front of his grandparents’ house in New Mexico.

But the story begins several months earlier, when Granny and Grandpa were visiting us in Phoenix. The elder Son, Interrupted (at the time, a wee mite of maybe four, tops) really adored his great-grandfather, and was sorry to see them go.

At the conclusion of his visit, Dub did something that we all do: he hugged his great-grandson and asked if he’d like to come with him to his house and go fishing on his boat.

Sam was overjoyed at the invite and immediately accepted, which presented a bit of a problem. Tears and histrionics ensued, and there was nothing to do but plan a trip immediately.

And so we drove to New Mexico, and Sam went fishing on the boat, and caught the fish that Dad, Interrupted was cleaning so diligently in the front yard.

I am told that Sam’s fish was totally inedible and was not going to be presented for dinner. Instead, DI and his uncle had stopped and picked up a fish that would be the surreptitious stand in for Sam’s inedible offering.

That night Sam sat down and proudly ate his carp, little knowing that he had been set up to tell his very first fish story.

What the heck is she doing now?

© E. Stocking Evans 2016