Esme found a frog yesterday in the kitchen while I was at work. She told Daddy 'Ewwww!' and pointed it out to him. Mark thought it was too cold outside (40s) for a tree frog to go back outside - so he put him in a glass jar with holes punched through the top and a bunch of half-wilted daffodils with a little water at the bottom. Esme thought it was better than any other 'show' she had ever seen - she watched him and told us every time he moved and told us he had fingers and eyes and said 'ribbit.'
Today Mark let the frog outside during the warm part of the day. Esme found the jar again (empty) after I got home from work. She asked me where the froggie was - and I said he went home to be with his mom and dad. She wanted outside to look for him, wanted Daddy to go find him etc... but finally she decided she could put her plastic frog in the jar. So I washed the jar (thoroughly) and then she decided a second time that the frog didn't need to go in the jar after all - he was just as froglike as he'll ever be without being in a jar (or maybe she didn't want to lose him too?)
2 comments:
Super cute.
You all handled this very well (all of it - from keeping the frog alive and also dealing with Esme's questions), in my opinion....
I often give such reply to Jacob when he wants to bring home or keep an animal or an insect (more likely) - in the house.
He understands that little live things have parents and that they must return otherwise the parents would be utterly sad and inconsolable. Thank God for that because I might have a true zoo in the house the way he is crazy about animals.
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