We always love taking the gang fishing. Well, let me re-phrase. I love sitting in the shade watching the whole event while James manages all the fishing poles. I don't really like putting the worm on the hook.  And you spend so much time un-tangling all the fishing line.
(i do help, i promise, maybe just not as much as i should)
So this particular day was hilarious. We told the gang we would met up at the polar ice park to fish. This is the same park where there is an ice skating rink. When we arrived the boys had a puzzled look on their faces.
Apparently they thought we were fishing inside the ice skating rink.. "ice fishing" in arizona.  Minor details.