It was Christmas eve about three years ago, when a three-year old sassy came running into our bed in the middle of the night! Screaming like I had never hear before she stated quite matter of fact ” There is a frog in my bed!”
Trying to keep her from seeing what Santa had brought her at midnight I quickly told her to lay down in mommy’s bed that it was just a bad dream. Sassy was quite insistent that there really was a frog in her bed, so I asked her to stay put and I went to see for myself.
Her little toddler princess bed not to high off the ground lay there with a sheet and pillow. No frog, so I turned around and told her there was no frog in her bed!
Now, every morning I load the kids things into the car at the butt crack of dawn. Every morning it is still dark and every morning I see him. Our very own frog that is perched in our drive way. I step out and he hops away, but it never fails every morning he is right there. He stays near the door but not too close almost as if he is protecting us.
I don’t typically like frogs but something about him makes me not mind. He is almost like my own little pet at this point. I say Good morning, he says ribbit and hops to the side so I can take care of my children.
Three years later and my daughter still insists that a frog was in her bed on Christmas Eve! Her memory amazes me at the age of six she can recall events from years ago down to the most distinct of details. So naturally that leads me to think, maybe there was a frog in her room that night! Who is to say it wasn’t the same one who sits in our yard each night watching over us as if he is protecting us.
Has your children ever came up with a wild story that you thought maybe, just maybe it were actually true?