Our friendly Mr. Toad is back.
Daddy hands over Mr. Slimy--I mean Mr. Toad.
Lucky me, lucky me, I found Mr. Toad again! This is the second time I've found him this year, the first being the very first time we cut the grass. That day, I almost put my hand on him as I cleaned out our window well. Today, I nearly did it again, this time in the flower bed as I was weeding. This could be the same toad I found when we were living in Louisiana and came out here for a visit, or maybe a little toad descendant. Hard to say--they look so much alike. ;) Jackson is definitely all boy. He has no fear of slimy critters (I didn't even bring up the whole wart thing) or funny-looking bugs. I have tried to be less squeamish, so I didn't predjudice my children with my fears or dislikes, but it is hard. I don't mind catching a cute little green lizard or two, maybe a cricket, but I draw the line at toads. Isn't that what Daddys are for?
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