“John Bridge. Is that a frog in your hand?”
“Dude. I can see something in your hand. I wasn’t born yesterday”
“Born yesterday? But you old!”
“Dude. Seriously. What’s in your hand?? Is it a frog?!”
“Ugh. Fine. Just give it to me.”
(at some point I have GOT to learn not to blindly ask for what ever is in their hand)
Have I mentioned how much I love this kid? Cause I do. A lot.
But there are things about him that I don’t love.
His interest in bugs and frogs for one. I get the whole “let boys be boys” thing and for the most part I do that.
I just feel like I have to draw the line somewhere, and today, it has been drawn.
“But it’s just a widdle fwog weg.”
“We don’t say ohmygosh mom.”
“We do when you hand me a frog leg!”
A frog leg.
Not attached to a body. At all. Just the leg.
THE LEG Y’ALL!
Out of all the things I’ve been handed since I became a mom, I really think this one was the worst. (and that includes things from the diaper)
There is something about knowing that you are holding something that used to be attached to a living thing not 2 minutes ago. I know, I know. People eat these things all the time. And it’s not that big of a deal.
But it was to me. And I’ve learned my lesson.
Never, EVER blindly take something from a Tidwell kid.