The Hero of the Day

Yesterday when Cubby and Charlie went to church with the MiL for what will probably be the last time before we move, one of their favorite church buddies--Miss Debi--surprised them with going-away presents. She gave them each a (really nasty-looking) rubber creature just like the ones that she keeps in her purse to amuse her grandchildren.

You can see why Miss Debi was a favorite.

Charlie chose the tree frog, and Cubby got the lizard. They were very excited to have rubber creatures of their very own and kept them in their hands all day.

Until Charlie lost his frog.

OH, THE DRAMA.

This caused so many problems. Because of course, Cubby still had his lizard, so Charlie spent the rest of the day alternating between whining and crying that he wanted a turn with the lizard, and stealing the lizard and hiding somewhere with it to play where Cubby couldn't find him.

It was not fun.

I looked everywhere I could think of for that damned frog, inside and out. The MiL looked. Cubby looked. A. looked. No one had any luck, and I was resigned to the fact that I would be hearing fights about the lizard for days.

And then, this morning, Jack climbed up on the lawn tractor to play and found the frog.

HOORAY FOR JACK!

We all cheered and clapped. Of course, I had to take the frog away from him to give to Charlie, but there was so much applause that he didn't seem to mind the loss of his newly-discovered friend.

And so frog and lizard have been reunited.

It just warms my heart to see these two freaky-looking friends together again.

Thanks to this guy.

Just doin' my job, ma'am.

Crisis resolved. Thank God.