"Down at the bottom of the deep blue sea, catching fish for Daddy's tea: One, Two, Three!"
I remembered how he caught a fish a few weeks back that Brian then cleaned, descaled, gutted and cooked--and ate all by himself (pretty much). He'd had his face painted, which means that whenever I see this picture I think "the Tiger and the Fish" like it's an Aesop's fable.
Caleb doesn't get much mention here, but he's quite the fisherman. And gardener. And friend.