“Yep, mad.” My mug thumped on the bar.
The girls had been agreeably reluctant. Mum helped push them out the door. “Get along.”
I showed them how to rig a line. Hooking a worm created slack jaws, huge eyes. My princesses, a day on the dock together.
The fish weren’t worth fishing. But there were keepers that were caught that day.
As I carried her, my youngest arched back. “Daddy?”
“I love you so much. When I grow up, I’m marrying you.”
Picture is copyright by Peter Castleton.