Daddy's Little Fishergirl

Yesterday B asked for a fishing pole.   She has pretending with all sorts of things.  Sticks in the yard,  a broken towel bar, whatever.  Today, my husband bought her one at Target.  He had planned on going to Dick's and buying a little real one, but we were at Target,  well, location, location, location.  It's a Disney Princess pole, so even though I don't like branded items, at least it's girly.  B is a little tomboy.  She insisted Mike opened it as soon as we arrived home.  They played with it for at least an hour.  She put the rainboots on herself.  Appropriate for a fisherman, no?