During dinner, Stacia informed us she wants to be a fisherwoman - but she wouldn't eat the fish.
Michael - "Who is going to clean the fish?"
Stacia - "I am!"
Michael - "I don't think you know what cleaning a fish means."
{Stacia hates blood - the tiniest scratch sends her running for the hills.}
Stacia - "You get a rag and you wash them off and dry them. It's simple."
Helpful Brothers - "Staaaaaassssshhhhhaaaa..."
Me - "Wait! Stacia let me show you. "
{Don't judge me!}
The moment she realizes what the man is going to do next.
Stacia - "There are lots of other things I can do. I don't want to be a fisherwoman!"
She is still leaning towards an artist or a Japanese farmer.
Choosing Joy!
©2014 D.R.G.
~Coram Deo~
Living all of life before the face of God...
