"Sara, I got the baby something, but it's kind of scary."
You never want to hear your Dad say these words. Hmmm...the only time I've seen my Dad scared was when I was sneaking some midnight Oreos in the kitchen and he thought I was a burglar and came out of his room with a gun. He's a hard man to scare.
Apparently my Dad bought something at the zoo, and my son was either going to "love it or it was going to scare the sh** out of him." Excellent. Just what a mommy wants to get in the mail.
Then, it arrived:
It does not, in fact, scare my one-year-old. I, however, have screamed twice and almost wet myself once when I walked in the living room and forgot it was there. This frog has certainly tested my New Year's Resolution to clean up my mouth. Frickin' Frog.
My son has a different opinion:
He has carried it around all morning on his many adventures. He seems to have his Grandaddy's tolerance for scary things. Lord, help me!