The oldest three spent Sunday with my parents while T., Erv, and I were working a jewelry booth at a vendor fair (the vendor fair about which I promise to stop talking). Anyway, apparently Ivy made a new friend.

Meet “Froggy”

So, Sunday night, the kids come home with a plastic container with holes poked in the top. Inside the container? Froggy, plus some sort of green leafy vegetable, and some dirt.

I thought (very briefly) about googling “how to take care of a frog”.

Instead….we played outside for a little while Monday morning and let Froggy go back into the wild (er…the garden).

 Notice what’s in Essie’s hand? Yep, it’s Froggy.

By the way, bubbles provide an excellent distraction.

Be free, Froggy!