The Kokanee are spawning so we thought we'd head to Mission Creek Regional Park to see what we could see. It turned out that all we could see was about ten small fish, but it was enough to put a little extra spring in Jacob's step. And it was the most beautiful day; golden fall sun, warm with just a hint a chill in the air and a tinny smattering of yellow peaking through the canopy of leaves above.
And then there was the playground. Not just any old playground, but one taylor-made for little boys (and girls, of course) who love to climb! I don't even know what you call one of these (?) but we haven't seen one since living in France. Jake climbed his heart out and had Billy nervously hovering beneath warning him not to go too much higher. Billy displaying any small signs of nervousness is a rare, rare occasion, so I was really torn between watching Jake and his climbing or Billy and his mother-hen-ing.
We went back a few weeks later with a friend and her two girls and weren't so lucky with the fish spotting. The kids would excitedly point at an upside-down, silver salmon, floating down stream and announce "fish" "look at the fish". There are a lot of 'red-flags' here that a three-year-old and almost-three-year-old easily miss. 1) the fish shouldn't be upside-down; 2) they should be a vibrant red; 3) they are suppose to be swimming UP stream. So we'd congratulate them on their spotting and cheerfully say "that fish didn't quite make it". The morning turned into a nature walk/scavenger hunt instead and obviously ended-up at the playground.
The funniest part of this entire thing was when Billy arrived home from work, Jake excitedly greeted him and when asked about his day he says - with the sincerest, most genuine enthusiasm - "Dad we saw SO many fish that didn't quite make it" and finished it off with a huge beaming smile. Oh, to be three again.
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