It's a sunny Saturday morning and Connie and Roger sit in their backyard eating breakfast. "Roger, you seem bored. Why don't you take one of our nephews fishing? Whose turn is it?"
"Well, I guess it's the little tyke's turn; I've never taken him fishing before." Uncle Roger whisks poles and tackle box into the car's trunk, and Connie adds a plastic dispenser of strawberry Kool-Aid. Roger zips to the KFC and picks up a big box of chicken before dialing his sister, Megan. "Hi Megan, this is Rog; I guess it's John-John's turn to go fishing. Is it okay if I take him on his first fishing expedition?"
Megan answers, "Well - of course it's okay. But you do know he's still a few months shy of three, don't you?"
"Of course I do - no problem. Be over in a flash. Bye."
Roger exits his car and two little feet race at him until a body bumps into and arms connect around one of his legs in a big hug. "Oh boy! You're gonna take me fishing, Uncle Roger! I can't wait!" The excited John-John jumps for joy and directs, "Let's go!"
As Roger and John-John get settled in the front seat; Megan rushes to the car and slips a shirt, shorts and two towels into Roger's hand - but Roger protests, "What are these for?"
Megan warns, "You'll see."
The two fishermen fly down the street and around a corner - and John-John starts crying, "I'm sirsty! Can I have some grape juice, Uncle Roger?" Roger stops at a store, buys John-John a large can of grape juice, punches a hole on each side of the can's top, and places the can in John-John's hands. Then the satisfied uncle rivets his attention back to the road and drives to a not-too-far-away fishing spot.
Then again, the unsuspecting uncle gasps when he sights grape juice all over John-John, seat, floor, and even his own right pant-leg. "I thought I felt something wet. Okay John-John, let's get out of here. We'll dry in the sun." John-John claps his hands and cheers as Roger sprints to the other side of the car and rescues the purple tyke from the grape juice, standing him on his feet next to the car's trunk.
After collecting pole, small pole for John-John, tackle box, KFC, and Kool-Aid from the trunk; Uncle Rog strides across the sand. John-John skips as fast as he can to keep up with his uncle, but soon ditches face-first into the sand. But that doesn't stop the tyke. He gets right back up - face, hands and clothes frosted with sand - and runs after Roger.
Roger spots as good a fishing spot as you're gonna find in such a place and waits until the puffing John-John arrives to instruct, "Okay John-John, you sit here and I'll sit next to you." Roger puts the strawberry Kool-Aid and the chicken on the other side of John-John and baits John-John's pole, submerging the baited-end into the water. John-John screams and wildly flaps his line back and forth until Roger manages to grab the tyke's pole and suggests, "Look John-John, why don't you rest for a while and I'll fish. Okay? As soon as I finish, we'll have some chicken."
John-John instantly falls back into the sand - sound asleep, so Roger puts on his headset. But - John-John's hand creeps to the nearby KFC box and that hand is soon joined by the other, as the two take turns pulling at the cover - until it pops off and the goodies slide to the ground. John-John hastily squeezes as many pieces of chicken as he can into his shirt and shorts pockets. Next, he yanks the cover off the slaw, stuffs a handful into his mouth, spits it out, and tips the rest of the slaw over shirt and pants - as he eyes the mashed potatoes. After rubbing mashed potatoes and gravy on cheeks and nose, John-John is thirsty. The tyke slides the dispenser of Kool-Aid to his side, opens it, and strong-tyke's the container until he showers shirt, shorts, arms and legs with the red stuff.
Sure he'd gone too far; John-John bear hugs Roger - rubbing Kool-Aid, slaw, potatoes, gravy and chicken all over the back and sides of Roger's shirt and pants. The Uncle continues to fish and listen to music - but he most enjoys the little tyke's bigger than big hug.
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