Fish or Cut Bait

We had us a week. I cannot fully describe it, if I were to try. School formally began. We suffered school. Thank heavens for Friday.

In spite of myself, I hauled us fishing. They should have been bent over a desk this afternoon for the week we had.

We didn't catch a thing; it was 93 degrees, but we had us some sorely needed laughs.

 The phrase "rebait" rang out often. 

Sister is not willing to handle fish eggs. 

Brother obliged.

 They practised casting all afternoon. 

Surprisingly, they are quite good at it!

Nary a bite.

 A fishing fairy?

Then it was time to cool off and eat corn. Thank heavens for Friday!