I have been cleaning the windows in our basement apartment. There seems to be a plethora of toads down in the window wells. Madison is thrilled every time she spots one. She names the toad Fred and keeps it as a pet for the day. Sierra sets it free at night. Then Madison is begging to clean another window the next morning. The master bedroom window well was a bit creepy. We found five toads petrified in various froggy positions; jumping, crouching, mouth opened, and mouth closed. Madison was giddy. She kept giggling and proclaiming, "another stick frog!" I wasn't as impressed.
She loves playing with these toads. She has raced them across the floor and helped them jump from amazing heights. I love listening to her little voice say, "Now mommy we have to make them a habitat. Okay mommy? We need something tall so they can't jump out." I let her use the tub as her habitat for a little while, until she found a box and put a few rocks in it. She would let the toad jump around and then say, "No, no, Fred not that way!"
She loves playing with these toads. She has raced them across the floor and helped them jump from amazing heights. I love listening to her little voice say, "Now mommy we have to make them a habitat. Okay mommy? We need something tall so they can't jump out." I let her use the tub as her habitat for a little while, until she found a box and put a few rocks in it. She would let the toad jump around and then say, "No, no, Fred not that way!"
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