Text from back home.
June7
Let’s play a little game, loves. Who do you think was the cousin with a four-letter name that rhymes with FATE that sent me the following text late last night?
“There was a frog in my pool. I fished him out and kissed him on the head… a prince better show up in the next 24 hours. This is a true story.”
I called her and said “You didn’t really kiss a frog!” and she said “OH YES I DID!” Y’all. She for real kissed a frog. Like, actually kissed a frog.
But then again, she has always liked amphibious things, I guess.
She’d better get that prince after that.
When my oldest daughter was about 3 years old she caught a frog, held it in her hand, and kissed it. I have the pictures to prove it!
Good luck to Kate (which is also my daughter’s name–weird!).
You can never be too careful right? (of course, that can be taken either way!)
Eek! Getting a prince is way better than the alternative…getting a wart on her lips or hands for handling such creatures
(Cate’s too pretty for that!)
she kissed a frog? Egypt’s got nothing on her!