Willie and Jackson went fishing the other night, like usual.
I called them when it started getting dark and here is how the convo went:
Me: "Hey, it's late and a school night."
Willie: "Yeah, we're on our way back now. Jackson caught a beast."
Willie: "Yeah, a 225 pound beast."
Me: "What? A Gator?"
Willie: "No, he hooked me. I need you to pull the hook out when I get home."
So...I attempted to pull out the hook but it was not budging.
I was getting nauseous at the thought.
So, I did what any good wife would do.
I sent Willie to the Urgent Care by himself.
They got it taken out and didn't even have to rip his shirt.
It is a little funny now but at the time, I was pretty nervous.
We're just glad it wasn't his eye!
And Poor Jackson...he was a mess.
He was so worried about Willie and felt bad for hooking him.
But it was an accident.
And we can laugh about it now!