Fish tales

John made some incredible broiled fish tonight for dinner. While we were eating the boys asked where he got the fish, so he told the most outrageous, intriguing and hilarious story about him and his pet tiger, Weatherford (who kept on growling very loudly and unexpectedly, making the boys jump and laugh every time,) and their journey all across the ocean to get the fish and bring it home for our dinner. The boys were delighted, and hanging on his every word. He's an amazing storyteller. Then they asked where he got the squash, so he launched into a "scary" tale (after making them promise that they wouldn't be terrified and cry all day with fright) of him and his pet goat, Alfonso, and their journey to the squash patch (oooooo!) to get the squash. It had a hilariously plain and quick ending that left me rolling and the boys still wondering how such a detailed story could have possibly ended so suddenly, and what had happened to the scary part. They also asked about how he got the rice, and that one had them spellbound when he had to go down, down to the bottom of the ocean to gather what he thought was rice (but ended up being seaweed,) and we were all in stitches with him acting out how hard it was to carry the heavy bag while trying to paddle up to the surface.

Now that's some excellent dinner conversation.