A young boy's dream. A frog. Now you would think my boys would just reach down and grab it. I mean we did grab a dying frog from the pool, pick up a box turtle and even snake. But frogs take much more care and detail.
We had to pull out the ever so manly gloves. All I am saying is that it takes a secure, grounded, young man to wear pink gardening gloves. Who is this child's mother?
The gloves just were not cuttin it. We had to pull the gloves off. We were all about business. Soon, the phone rang and I went inside, locked myself in my bedroom, stuffed a towel under door, barricaded the door, and had a normal conversation with my friend. What? This is not a normal routine for you? Soon I heard knock and a sweet, "Momma?" It was this precious boy.
"What my sweet, precious angel?" "Can you brush my teeth?" "I sure can, why?" "Because the frog pee peed in there." Gag!
Disclaimer: My husband later denied this allegation. Truth or cover-up? You decide.