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A Day with Dad and Uncle Tom The sun was barely up when Dad shook my shoulder. Usually, I’m a grouch in the morning, but today was different. We were headed to Blue Lake with Uncle Tom, and that meant one thing: a day of "Mega Adventure."
"The birds will think it’s a UFO," Dad laughed."Exactly," Uncle Tom replied. "It’s high-fashion for sparrows."
Looking at Dad and Uncle Tom sitting in their lawn chairs, tired and covered in green paint spots, I realized that the birdhouse didn't really matter. What mattered was that Dad didn't look at his phone once, Uncle Tom told his best stories, and I got to feel like part of the team.
“That’s a good sign,” Dad said quietly.
Just as he said that, my pole bent nearly in half. "I got something!" I yelled. Dad jumped up to grab the net, and Uncle Tom started cheering like I was in the Olympics. It took five minutes of pulling, but I finally reeled in a largemouth bass. It wasn't a record-breaker, but it was definitely "Mega" to me. The Best Part of the Day