"Mama," my seven-year-old son said. "Check this out!"
I followed him through the woods to the fish tank where he keeps his "pet" frog. His buddy was already at the tank.
My boy grabbed the frog and promptly deposited him down his shirt.
"Bubba," I said. "What the heck?" I watched a little lump make its way up my son's chest. Then the lump became a frog peeking out from under the shirt. I shook my head. "Don't you think that's a little ridiculous?"
My son giggled.
Then his buddy got involved in the act. "I'm going to put him in my pants!"
"No. You are not putting that frog down your pants," I said. "What do you want to do, traumatize it?"
Poor little frog!