These fisherman, I'm sure, have lives far removed from the uninhibited antics of a preschooler. And so, I suppose that's what enamored them so with Ms. Hazel Rae. She would enter personal space completely unsolicited with questions like, "Is there poop in that fish's mouth?" There is nothing like a two-year-old to bring you right back down from wherever you are and give pause to wherever you're going.
Is this why I don't get anything done with Haze hangin' round?