Since shrimp fishing was one of my favorite activities from last year, it was on my list of things Kenny had to try, and we (my mom and I, specifically) thought that Luke might enjoy the experience, too! After all, he gets to play with a long string attached to a stick, gets to see what shrimp look like alive, and gets to eat them after they have been caught.
Turns out Kenny and Baga were more correct in assuming that Luke would hate it.
The first ten minutes went well, for the most part, since Luke got to hold his own pole and was mildly excited by the idea of catching a shrimp, but when nothing happened and no shrimp appeared, he quickly lost interest and began entertaining himself by whipping the hooks around in the air and trying to see how far he could get the pole into the water before someone else grabbed it.
He did get to see a few shrimp (we caught three) and was even given a free shrimp by a nice man who noticed he was crying in the corner (because he was being disciplined) and thought it was because he was disappointed about not catching anything, but was much happier on a walk outside with Baba where he got to pee in the bushes. 
And although he normally loves shrimp, he was about as excited to eat these as his dad was.
All-in-all, Baga summed up the experience quite nicely when he asked us as we were leaving,
"What in the world made you think he would enjoy that?"
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