So, after dinner tonight as I'm cleaning up the kitchen, my kids come clamoring into the house, surrounding my brother, who is carrying something in a baseball cap. They enter the kitchen, and suddenly the hat jumps. Then the frog jumps out of the hat. For a few comical minutes, Ryan and the kids chase the frog around the kitchen trying to catch him. (Admittedly, the kids were doing more directing than actually trying to help catch the frog.) Then I learn the real intent of bringing the frog into the house.
"Mommy! Uncle Ryan said the frog can swim really well! Can we put him in the bathtub? PLEASE!" I wavered for a moment, but I eventually threw caution to the wind and allowed the frog to be bathed. (Even after he urinated on Ryan's hand twice while the kids were running the bath water.)
So are few pictures to show that the frog did survive, and sure enough, he swam like a champ. In a further experiment, Caelum proved that frogs don't even drown when continually being heavily splashed by an eager 2-year-old.
The kids loved him a lot, and named him Mr. Xanopus. They were very sad to let him go back out into the woods.
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