Peering from the dock into the weedy depths of Snelling Lake, Alvin Bommarito spotted a fish hovering near the end of his line, appearing to ogle its enticing knot of worm.
"It's got an eye on mine," 4-year-old Alvin announced loudly. "Fishy fish, fishy fish fish!"
"One thing about being a fisherman is you've got to be patient," advised Alvin's grandfather Joe Bommarito, visiting Alvin in Minneapolis from Snohomish, Wash. He stood nearby with his own fishing pole. "Just sit there and wait it out."
Alvin waited quietly for about 20 seconds.
"I wonder when the fish will get mine," he said. "When will the fish come, I wonder?"
"I don't know, you've got to be patient," his grandfather said again. "It's hard being patient sometimes, isn't it?"
Ten seconds ticked by.
"Fish, where are you?" Alvin called toward the water.