When did I stop loving frogs? I used to catch them and put them in a buckets at camp and down by the creek, and I caught all different sizes with my sister and brother, and we were never afraid. I never once remember thinking, ewwww. I picked up those slimy toads and watched them jump around and out of the pail, and caught them a million times over. I am going to be oh so very careful that I don’t squash that wonder in my own little boy. I hope he goes outside and gets muddy, and I hope I let him. I don’t want him taking life too seriously or carefully. It’s ok to spill sometimes, and make a total mess. That’s what outside was made for. Rock throwing, and mud slinging, and frogs. Big ole toads that are so slippery you need several tries to pick em up. And fishing. Oh how I wanna take that little kid fishin.