Huh, that's weird, I think to myself. So I casually pick up the pillow and find what now HAS ITS HOUSE in what was once my cooler.
Like the girl I am, I shrieked.
And I put the pillow back.
And immediately went inside and called up to the boys.
Carrie. Why is there a FROG in my cooler?"
Ethan. Because I put him there.
Me. WHY did you put him there?
Ethan. (grins) He didn't have a cooler of his own. I was sharing.
Ha, bloody ha, blond kid. You're on my list. And you're letting that frog go free, I don't care if he has his own cooler or not.
He looks a little forlorn, if you ask me.
Rest assured, there will be a release of the frog, a scrubbing of the cooler with bleach and soap and anything else frog-repellent that I can think of, and a little chat reminding him that WE ALREADY HAVE TWO PETS in the form of 70 pound Labrador retrievers.
BOYS. HONESTLY! ICK.