Harper spent half the afternoon in the garage playing with Spotty. We found out over dinner conversation that she let Spotty try out her bike, but apparently he didn't stay on the pedals very well, just kept flipping off. If there is such a thing as frog therapy someone better find out whether Spotty's insurance covers it. Poor frog!
Harper kept referring to the frog as, "Froggy," even though she named him, "Spotty." She informed us that Froggy was the special name only she could call him.
She put off the release as long as possible, insisting she be all ready for bed before setting him free. Harper (in her pajamas), Matt and I went out to the front yard to place Spotty's bucket on its side. We'd already made a deal with Harper that if Spotty was still there in the morning, she could keep him for a couple more days. She picked him up one last time, told him she loved him, and (shudder) gave him a kiss on the head. As soon as she set him back down he started to hop out of the bucket.
Harper cried over Spotty as she fell asleep tonight. If only this would be the worst heartbreak life has to offer her...
5 comments:
So, so sweet! Our kids have fallen in love with worms, dragonflies, frogs, you name it. We've been lucky to skip the attachment part.
Can you imagine how you will feel for her when real heartbreak comes along? I tear up just thinking about it!
Awww! I love that she named him SPOTTY. Of course. Just like her pet dog here at our house. I have a feeling what her first real pet's name will be (I mean, her first pet that she gets to name... I didn't mean that as a shot at Rebound).
Sweet girl. I hope it is the only frog she cries over....and that life brings her only handsome princes.
Ack! You totally got me with a vivid image of her crying over something bigger later in life and DO NOT WANT!
Disney is coming out with The Princess & the Frog later this month. Sounds like it would be perfect for Harper. ;) (It's Zachariah's favorite story. He's waiting anxiously for the movie.)
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