Yeah, that's right. You heard me. This morning I went into the bathroom and saw something strange on the back of the toilet. Seriously thinking one of the boys put a rock there (and mumbling under my breath about their constant fascination with rocks) I proceeded to move it. Then it moved. I'm not ashamed to admit that I screamed like a 3 year old girl. And, for what ever reason, yelled for my 7 year old.....I guess it is primitive nature that the closest male should remove such things and since DH had already left for work, he was it. He wasn't going near it - but thought it was cool nonetheless. Being the wimp that I am, I emptied out a box, grabbed the nearest thing I could poke him with and coaxed him in to the box - all the while feeling like I was going to throw up. I dumped him outside. At least DH had a good laugh over it...and proceeded to call me several hours later saying "ribbit, ribbit". He's on the couch tonight.
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