Man vs. Wild

Chad and I love Man vs. Wild. Okay...I love it. Chad loved it. He was disillusioned when he found out that the star of the show has a support team and didn't spend the night in the ice cave he showed viewers how to build.

I tried to explain to him that Bear (who wouldn't crush on a guy named "Bear"?) is demonstrating survival methods. In a situation where a person is lost in the woods or a frozen wasteland, survival is determined by the ability to leave alive, not necessarily by leaving with all your body parts. Sure...you can stay the night in an ice cave and live, but you may lose a finger or two to frostbite.

I digress...

A few weeks ago, while Joseph was getting ready for his nap, he ran out to the living room to give me hugs and kisses. I had Man vs. Wild on the screen. Bear was showing a couple of methods for "trout tickling". I told Joseph, "Check this out! He's going to catch a fish with his hands." Joseph leaned against me and watched while Bear tried repeatedly to catch a trout. When he finally caught one, Joseph turned to me and said, "I want to do that!"


"We'll have to try it next time we go camping." Joseph turned back to the television while Bear showed the size of the fish and how much protein it will provide. Then, before I realized what he was going to do, he bit the head off the squirming fish.

Joseph turned to me, wide eyed, "Did that hurt the fish?? Can he still swim??"

"Ummm..."

"Why did he bite his head? He supposed to tickle the fish."

"Well...." I looked over at Chad.

"C'mon, buddy. Let's go take a nap."

"I don't want to bite the fish head when we go camping!"

"Don't worry, baby. You don't have to."

"But why did that man bite the fish?"

"He was hungry."

"Fish are friends, not food," he replied very seriously. Damn Nemo.