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Ike and the Toad

Monday morning we were leaving the house to do...something, I don't remember, doesn't matter. Ike could not find any shoes as his sisters trashed his room (I'm not exactly sure they actually did, but that's neither here nor there and has no relation at all to the story). He and Joe wandered around trying to find something to go on his feet. They eventually go outside and find his too small rain boots. Ike carries them in his hand out to the car and climbs in. Joe and I say goodbye...yadda, yadda. I climb in the car and off we go.

I hear Ike in the back getting his boots on and then:

"Mom!!!! A toad!!!!"
"What?"
"A toad Mom!!!! A toad!!!"
"Where?"
"On the floor!!!!!"
"Where did it come from?"
"My boot!!! Get it Mom its huge!!!!"

I pull over and park the car and find the toad. It was a beauty! About as big as the palm of my hand. And it was pretty mellow as I picked it up (must have something to do with being squished by Ike's foot), it deigned to be examined. I showed it to the other kids and let it go in a bush of flowers. It hopped off.

What a way to start the day!

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