They hand you the pole, you don't use bait, and you are guaranteed a fish within ten minutes. that's my kind of fishing!
These mugs are attempting a "fish face".
Like seriously wouldn't put it down. I had tried to tell him that these fish aren't pets, instead you eat them. He seemed fine with this idea until he was actually holding it. Then he said, "not me! I'm keeping mine forever! Even if he dies I will still love him and keep him in my room."
At one point I was feeding Crew lunch, and Milo kept putting his fish right in my face and saying, "Mom, say hi to my pet fishy. Isn't he so cute!" I grimaced and told him that he should put it back in the bucket. Which was immediately followed by a very serious, "why?" I told him that the fish was kind of stinky and I didn't like it in my face. So Milo takes a big old whiff of that thing and says, "I love it. I'm holding him all day." . . . and he basically did.
So we missed the whole grave thing on Memorial Day, but I really think that Chuck, and Naka, were watching us catch a fish for them and enjoyed that more than flowers:)