We spent a weekend on the Mckenzie this summer at Cush's cabin, and while we were there we went fishing. That's a story for another time. The worms were a highlight for Libby and she loved playing with them so much that she asked her dad to buy her some more, and on the way home, he did. Every once in a while she takes them out of the bait fridge to play with her slimy little friends. I spend that time trying to hide the disgusted look on my face with an awkward smile. I was her at her age. I liked the worms better than the fishing. At some point, though, I got the idea that the worms were gross, and I'm trying to let her come to that conclusion on her own. I'm just here to make sure she washes after her slimy little play date.
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