Fishing
Hans has a beach towel hanging over the stair wall into the living room. Jaeger is swimming on his tummy in the living room.
“Hans!” shouts Jaeger good-naturedly, “I am the baby fish! You have to feed me first, and then you can fish me up.”
Jaeger then glommed onto the towel and inched up the stairs as Hans strained and pulled and hauled up his catch.
Afterwards, Hans sauntered downstairs, wearing a towel over his shoulders like a cape and chewing a bendy-straw like a pipe. Quite dapper.
Ilse is in the kitchen with me, organizing my tea bags.
