Brityn has a thing for frogs.
She finds them in the grass, usually 2 or 3 at a time. 3 is my limit. Any more than that and they start to gross me out.
She then spends the next few hours building make shift terrariums for these things. The latest one consisted of:
an old pretzel container
a chunk of granite
a few leaves sprinkled in for good measure
a debatable amount of water
She will fuss and fuss over the frogs, and walk back and forth in front of her brothers with the terrarium sloshing back and forth. The brothers will beg and beg for her to let them touch and feed the frogs. She finally gives in. Corbin will then try to alter the habitat in some way. She will get upset, and as night is closing in, I will make her pour them back into the pond. She doesn't mind too much, because we will start the process all over again next Saturday.
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My girls are so jealous of Brityn's frogs and their happy home. They have asked several times if we can go find frogs. I tried explaining that we need a pond and Chloe says, "well lets just go find a pond." I wish we could come and hunt frogs at your house?
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