…is now free.
As are Frindle the frog and his tank mate, Rosa.
We did a mass amphibian release last evening at the park where we originally found these creatures. Our kids were wistful but resigned. I’m pretty sure they realized it was time.
Ack! I’m thinking. And that dumb thing was in my teapot??
The second “straw” was even more eventful, if not only for the reason that it involved my toddler. I was sitting at the kitchen table going over the summer’s calendar with my babysitter (first mistake) when I heard a persistent tap-tap-tap and a barely audible “Mommy!”
It was Camille.
In the garage.
And so I opened the door and there she stood, holding her beloved Snappy upside down by his tail. Life became pretty blurry at that point. I think, perhaps, that there were one too many factors for my stressed-out brain to work through.
My two-year-old lets herself out without my knowledge.
She’s got a snapping turtle swinging between her fingers.
Really and truly, it was time. We’re talking nothing but stuffed animals from here on out.
Ed. note: watch this space, ’cause you just know I’ll crack on that resolution.