Last year on a warm spring day my then six year old was playing outside with his sister. I had the kitchen window open so that I could keep and ear on them in the sandbox below.
"Hey, Mom! Look what I found!" He yells very excitedly.
I looked out to see him proudly hold up a big ol' toad. This was not the first unfortunate toad he has come across this spring so I tried to be excited for him but at the same time expressed some concern for the poor creature.
A little while later a scream from below the window:
"Mom! Mom! I need your help...ah, oooh,...Mom, hurry! Ahhhh!"
I run outside and find him squirming around - Wiggling all over the place.
"What's the problem?" I asked scanning around for the whereabouts of the toad.
"The toad's stuck in my shirt!"
I HAD to ask!!!

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