My favorite girl in the world has a tendency to fill her hands with items she has deemed to be of importance and tote them around wherever she goes. Those items change depending on her mood, depending on her ever-changing teeny toy of choice, or depending on whatever unfortunate critter she is lucky to find outdoors. I have nicknamed her the Snail Whisperer as she could seemingly find a snail smaller than a pea in a millisecond when charged with that challenge. Today's lucky handheld item was perhaps the tiniest toad I have ever laid eyes on.
She thought the mulch was moving in front of her at the park. She shouted in sheer joy at a decibel level that all park patrons must have heard as she retrieved the moving mulch only to discover it was a little amphibian. She promptly declared his (or her ... not really sure how to tell if this toad or frog was a male or female) name to be “Hoppy” and announced that he was searching for his family.
Hoppy was found at a park with a small lake beach access. We took Hoppy down to the water, because my toothless girl thought his family might be swimming. Hoppy didn't hop. Hoppy didn't swim. I think the sheer excitement may have worn him out.
My poor six-year-old seemed a little heartbroken that his release was rather anti-climatic and he wasn't greeted by fellow froggies. I assured her that Hoppy was happy to be at the lake. We talked more about Hoppy as I tucked her in last night, and I told her the story of the Princess and the Frog. She said she wouldn't kiss a frog. Good to know.
I wonder what tomorrow's tiny item will be? A Lego, a flower, a plastic monkey the size of a thimble, a die, a sea shell, a marble? Most likely it will be a rock. She collects those everywhere we go. I actually regret not keeping all the rocks she has collected in some sort of jar over the years. We would have surely filled a few jars in her six fun years! As long as there are no jars filled with toads or crickets in her room, her hoarding (ah-hem ... collecting) hobby is fine by me.