Fish broke off, jump, fall water.

The Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday of Columbus Day weekend, we took Jack up to Lorton Lake to see the salmon run. His Daddy had taken him up 3 weeks prior and he has been telling the same 2 stories ever since. Those 2 stories go as follows: Fish broke off, jump, fall water. The first being that he was watching a fisherman trying to land a fish, but it broke off. The second is that, at the fish hatchery, they were jumping up ladders but some of them fell back down into the water. Jack really likes the fish, so we thought bringing him up could get us a few new stories. "Guy fall in, cold brrr," is the only new story we came away with. (In case you can't guess, a guy fell into the river while he was trying to land a fish in a net. It was very cold.) It really was very cold all weekend. Jack didn't care, though. His Grandpa took him on a golf cart ride, he got to see fishies, his daddy took him fishing in a boat (without a hook, though, poor kid!), and he got to "caw" off the island at Uncle Brian (which he's still doing.) Oh, and there were donuts. The child loves donuts! He started asking for them Monday morning. We didn't buy any until Monday night with the intention of eating them for breakfast Tuesday morning. He didn't sleep very well at all Monday night, and I'm fairly certain it was because we denied him his beloved donuts.
Jack had really wanted to tell this story himself, but I was afraid "Fish broke off, jump, fall water, guy fall in, cold brrrrr" would be a little too cryptic.