Fishing

There was this girl at the pizza shop with her brother and parents. I overheard this conversation (abridged):

Mother: Dear, you’ve had twenty-eight pieces of pizza and five rolls. If you don’t stop now, your father will have to wheel us both out the door.

Daughter: I’M WARNING YOU MA! IF YOU GET TOO CLOSE, I’LL KILL YA! I’m serious ma! I’ll kill ya!

Father: You better listen, ma.

Daughter was about five or six. I think I edged away from their table a few inches afterwards. Previously, we had been on a fishing trip with some friends, and finally here is the picture of the enormous, gigantic, absolutely jaw-dropping baby whale I caught:

And our murderous Trump Duck: