Last night I went to open the front door to let the cool evening air in and there was a tree frog on the window of the storm door. I asked Ken to catch it and put it out. Of course, he had to just touch it first so that it hopped right on my hand and then up my arm and then on to the dining room floor.
Here’s Ken trying to find the frog. It took a bit.
But he caught him . . . and put him outside. Men never grow up, they become “big” boys! But life is never dull:)
