Gordon: How much farther is the river?
Me: Not too far. It’s not really a river. It’s small, so we call it a stream or a brook.
Me: Stop for a minute. What do you hear?
Gordon: The brook?
Me: The brook.
Gordon: It’s coming from down there.
Gordon: The water is cold.
Me: Yes. Do you know why?
Gordon: I don’t know.
Me: Well, is the brook in the open sun?
Gordon: No, it’s in the dark woods.
Gordon: I don’t think I can jump over to that rock.
Me: I think you can. It’s OK if you get your feet a little wet.
Gordon: It was shallow. I only got a little wet.
Me: Look how flat and glassy that water is in that pool up there.
Gordon: Can we go up there?
Me: Do you remember what “the cafeteria line” is?
Gordon: Where that white stuff is on top of the water.
Me: The foam.
Me: Where did we hook all our fish today? In fast water or in the slow water?
Gordon: In the fast water.
Me: Are you hungry”
Me: I think we should get a burger at Five Guys. What do you think?
Gordon: I think that’s a good idea, daddy.
Gordon (no relation to Theodore) patiently presenting his dry fly over a pool. We didn’t bring any brookies to net today, but we pricked five. Not bad for one hour in the middle of a sunny day in July.