This is a follow up to the fleeting pet story. Just as we were leaving the lake, and I was busy packing the car, the boys found a toad. He was bigger than frog, and he was a huge hit. But, it was time to go, so I told the boys to say goodbye to toad, and we would be back in couple of weeks to see him again.
I reached in the back to buckle up my littlest guy, and there he was, with toad in his lap. No, no, sweets, we can’t take toad him with us for the 3 hour trip home. (I’m picturing him, jumping around the car, while I maneuver my way through traffic, and I am the only legally-aged person out of the five of us able to drive.) Let’s leave him here, and he’ll be here when we come back.
After a few more propositions, he reluctantly got out of the car, and put toad back. On the sidewalk, on his back. My son figured, in a position like that, toad wouldn’t be able to easily get away, and yes, he would be “right there” when we came back. Luckily for toad, he flipped over and got him self righted.