The mackerdoodle is standing on my front porch with a long stick casting over the side and saying, “I fishin’ mama. I fishin’!”
A moment ago she turned around, jumping up and down with joy.
Mackerdoodle: “Mama! I caught somefin!”
Me: “Really? What did you catch?”
Mackerdoodle: “A daddy fish and a mama fish and a boy fish and a girl fish . . . (voice dropping to an awed hush) and a cousin fish!”
Then she broke the awed moment with: “Eat dem now!” and a flash of her sparkly eyes.