Everyone. Meet Floaty.
Floaty. Meet Everyone.
One of the many interchangeable Floaty’s in the pool.
This is the sixtieth one my little guy brought into the house today.
It’s also the sixtieth one that my little guy named Floaty…today.
And it’s also the sixtieth time today that I’ve heard, “Please Mommy. Can I keep him?”
So I told him that he can.
But it has to live in the pool with all his other friends named Floaty, that have also been banished there.
I’ve had more toads, these past few days, enter my house.
Taking up temporary living arrangements in my Tupperware bowls.
Dropped carelessly…”on accident”…on my kitchen floor.
More toads than I care to think about.
I’ve de-toad-cumed my sons hands so many times with anti-bacterial soap that there are no germs left on him.
Toad mating season.
It’s what this kid lives for.
And a season that the toads may not live through.
Blecccch.
So cute though ! That face. So now you
have toads…..then tadpoles……then more
toads…..How does it end ?