just follow the frog.

i was looking for D the other day.

but then i realized that all i need to do was

just follow the frog.

sure enough, D was outside 

and had halphazardly dropped the frog on his way out. 

he got this real-looking frog for Christmas from a neighbor.

i have been trying to convince B that we need to throw it away

because it 
looks and feels
too real.

it's really gross.

i promise.

the frog is squishy and almost feels wet.

and if you step on it accidentally,

you are convinced that you actually stepped on a real frog.

that is somehow in your house. 
don't even get me started...

the other day, it even fell out of the Christmas tree.

i was convinced it was something living,

coming out to attack us.

and just yesterday, 
B placed it on top of the fridge 
so that when i opened the door, the frog came with it. 
you bet i screamed.


he has since 
promised
to never, ever do that again.

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but i guess that's just one of the things that 
little boys 
(and big ones)
are made of.

641. the joys that boys get from gross things

642. soaking up the Truth

643. parades and football games

644. the generosity of others

645. calmness