Last night we went "Froggin'" at our friends' house after dark. I used to love frogs! Loved catching them, holding them, and protecting them from my brother who threatened to skip 'em like stones across Bass Lake, where I first fell in love with these slimy amphibians. So last night was a rite of passage.
Here's Brody with his bucket of tadpoles, which he is still calling "tagpoles." I've corrected him over and over but he simply won't let go of it. Finally he said, "Maybe tadpoles grow up into frogs, but tagpoles grow up to be toads!"
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