September 2005. Alice was 1 1/2 years old and we were visiting my parents at their cabin in Montana. Henry had gone fishing with Dan and caught his very first trout. Before cleaning the fish, they brought them up to the cabin porch for the rest of us to admire. Alice was very interested...
"What am I supposed to do with this thing?"
"Does it taste good?"
"Are you sure? I better take a little taste."
"Ewwww."
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