In mid-September, Gigi was walking towards the stairs when we heard her holler, “Mommy! Daddy! There’s a frog in the house!” We all trotted over to take a peek at our new friend who came to visit. Jude got very excited and started yelling, “E-bit! E-bit!” (Which is his word for frog, but most closely related to ‘ribbit’.)

We captured the frog and put it on a plate, under a glass. Jude and Gigi peered at the frog as the frog tried to escape.

After enough time was spent looking at the frog, we decided to take him outside to return to his family and home.

We lifted the glass off of the plate, but instead of hopping happily into the shrubs the frog sprang onto Jude’s chest. While Jude likes frogs in theory, he is not so hot on having them hop onto his chest and stick there. Jude SCREAMED at the top of his lungs and hopped backwards, trying to brush the frog off of the front of his shirt. The frog clung to Jude and Jude kept screaming and stepping backwards! Bradley dashed in, in time to rescue the frog from Jude (and rescued Jude from the frog as well, I suppose). We put the frog in the bushes, and Jude, wary now, would not go near them for fear of being attacked. To this day, Jude still tentatively looks at those bushes and asks, “E-bit?” But for now, our terrifying E-bit friend has not returned. Perhaps both boy and frog learned a valuable lesson!


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