Gone Fishing

Me: Hey Miles?
Miles: Yeah?
Me: Why don’t you throw in a line?
Miles: That’s okay.
Me: Come on. It’s hunting season.
Miles: ...No it’s not. And anyway, that’s got nothing to do with fishing.
Me: Come on. Throw a line in.
Miles: I’d really prefer not to.
Me: Come on. You can take mine, I’ve got another.
Miles: No really...
Me: And Plop. There it goes. Come on Miles, the water’s the perfect temperature.
Mile: Fine. But I’m not putting my feet in.
Me: Suit yourself.
...
Me: I think I’m going to catch a shark today.
Miles: You don’t get to decide what fish you catch.
Me: Of course you do. Why else would anyone do this?
Miles: Tranquillity? Quiet tranquillity?
Me: Probably a great white.
Miles: What?
Me: It’s probably going to be a great white shark, the shark I catch.
Miles: You get to decide the species but not the breed?
Me: You can’t have everything Miles.
Miles: ...
Me: Can you turn on the hot tap? The water’s getting cold.

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