Monday, March 28, 2011
While floating down the lazy river with my children I came across the tiniest little frog. Owen named it, "Tad." I brought it back to show the cousins. Everyone took a turn holding it, including Owen. My son HATES things crawling on him so this was a big deal. He was so brave . . . Until the frog jumped out of his hand, onto his belly and up his chest!