The larger frog of the two has found a home in our son’s bathtub. He’s often placed on a plastic boat, floating along a mountain of bubbles. He seems to always be smiling.
For sometime I thought the smaller frog was alone and lost, collecting dust in a corner, behind the couch. I recently found him instead, inside the toybox. It’s a party in there so, I imagine his life on land has been stimulating. He too, seems to always have a perma-grin.
I feel bad about these two being separated but, neither seem to mind. In fact, I wonder when they want to return to their rightful owner?
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Frogs. Or “Fwoggie” as my 2 year old son says.
The larger frog of the two has found a home in our son’s bathtub. He’s often placed on a plastic boat, floating along a mountain of bubbles. He seems to always be smiling.
For sometime I thought the smaller frog was alone and lost, collecting dust in a corner, behind the couch. I recently found him instead, inside the toybox. It’s a party in there so, I imagine his life on land has been stimulating. He too, seems to always have a perma-grin.
I feel bad about these two being separated but, neither seem to mind. In fact, I wonder when they want to return to their rightful owner?