Yesterday afternoon i decided to go out to the garage a play with my new fish finder, and like always my 2 1/2 year old son wanted to go with me.So I get him all suited up to go help daddy in the garage. We get out there and like he always does he wants me to grab that old weed eater that don't run. So I get it down and give him some wrenches and a rubber mallet so he can pretend his fixing it lol. So as he's wrenching on the weed eater I hook up the fish finder and start trying to figure out all the cool things it can do. As I sit in the front of my scamp playing with my fish finder my son comes to investigate to see what daddy is doing, he climbs up and wants to play with it. of course I tell him no this is daddy's toy pick him up and set him outside the boat. As a little time passed I look back to see if my sons is still playing with the weed eater and not getting into things, well for those of u that have little kids will know he's not playing with the weed eater no more, he has climb into the back of the boat, and now is sitting on my brand new St . Croix rod and playing AWWW! I jump up and hurry to grab him.... To late it's broke, at this point I'm heated I set him down and yell at him and being stupid I spank him. As he looks up at me and starts to cry I get hit with a little voice in my head, you idiot it's not his fault. U weren't watching him and the only reason he was playing in the boat is because he wants to be just like you. S*#@T I say to my self I swallowed my pride reach down hug him and tell him daddy sorry its not your fault and daddy is a big dummy. Even though I was really upset that my St. Croix rod got broke, and as all of us know that has family's it's not always easy to go spend money on yourself to buy something nice , I was happy that my son shows interest in the things I love to do.
So tomorrow after work if the weather stays nice I'm going to load up the kids and take them fishing at my parents pond, and wish I had my st. Croix rod to use lol O well.
Like to hear if any of u had a similar story with your sons are daughters