Yellow Fish and Blonde Bed Head

I will always remember …

… bed head curls … “let’s go fishing!”.
… the rubber fish … a grassy yard …
Imagination … “We’re at the lake!”

“What kind of fish is this anyway??”
(and while ‘almost 3’, still a round baby face and chubby hands):

While the photographer in me captures the pole and the person,
the ‘Dee’ in me wants to remember the curls.
They won’t be there forever.