Fishing With Grandpa

So Koen has been begging my dad to take him fishing for like a month, and finally we got around to planning a day, which was last Saturday. There was a little kiddy fishing pond my dad found a few miles from their house, where they plant fish, so basically Koen was guaranteed to catch at least one. Well we got there and Koen wasn't all that patient as my dad starting getting out the bait and getting the hook ready and what not. He was like "can we fish yet?" He was a little freaked out when the worms were brought out, and wanted to know what we were planning to do with them, as he looked at them with quite the face. Well once Koen did get to fish it wasn't long and he caught one. I am not too sure what he thought was going to happen when the fish came out of the water, but he freaked out. He was watching it try to swim away as he reeled it in, and getting so excited, but then it came out of the water flapping all over and he screamed so loud, and ran straight for the car. Tyrell had to chase him down, and tell him it was ok. He was not about to get a picture with the fish even after it quit flapping around, nor would he touch his pole again. When we got back, my mom asked him what he thought of fishing, if he liked it or not so much. He said not so much, he hasn't said one word about Grandpa taking him fishing since we got back either. He cracks me up. I was laughing so hard. I know that sounds mean, but it was pretty funny!